If my eyes were made out of light bulbs,
my electricity bill would be pretty high,
unless of course, all utilities were included
on my rent lease contract. My eyes would
also never turn red; they would just pop
and would have to be replaced whenever
the world would go dark. All of my
vending machine plastic sunglasses
would melt, and if I became a boxer,
my nickname would be either
"fragile" or "mister glass." I would
shatter all of the world records
for most eyeballs replaced in one lifetime.
I would watch Edward Scissorhands
and both envy his eyes and cry for his hands.
When I would cry, my tears would evaporate
before my very eyes, but I would learn to be
grateful because I would have been spared
fire for a tongue.
Steve Castro was born in Costa Rica. He lives in Washington, D.C. Feel free to visit his website: thepoetryengineer.com.
Illustration by Leigh Luna.