Mis Pobres Ojos Rojos Poem by Nate Peligeiro

since stumbling into this dustbowl
a year ago
my eyes have been red

i've left three times
minnesota
the yucatan
sinaloa
the whites of my eyes
appeared again

the dust
the work
computer screen
textbooks, workbooks
insomnia
drinking
rage…

any direction i look
bleeds the eyes

all the visine in the
world won't fix
these poor windows
into this bloody soul

there's only one remedy
and it's moving on
only new sights
can save these eyes