tinted
raze
i
used
to
collect
cheap
sunglasses
.
i
found
them
on
racks
in
gas
stations
and
department stores.
round
frames
with
yellow
lenses. thick
black
roy orbison goggles.
square
silver
rims
with
milky lenses
stained
orange
.
they're
useless
to
me
now
. adolescent myopia
made
sure
of
that
.
but
i
still
have
them
.
all
except
for
the
pair
i
forgot
on
top
of
a
toilet
paper
dispenser
at
the
bay
after
taking
a
nervous
, unsatisfying
shit
.
they
were
the
ones
i
liked
best
.
they
had
a
curved
body
that
was
red
like
these
walls
.
they
were
gone
when
i
came
back
for
them
.
some
of
the
sunglasses
i
can't
wear
anymore
pinch
the
faces
of
the
plush
cats
and
ducks
and
dogs
that
sit
on
top
of
my
smallest bookshelf.
others
are
buried
beneath
decades
of
dust
in
a
plastic
shopping
bag
.
the
only
shades
i
wear
these
days
are
ray
-bans. aviators
with
an
amber
tint.
just
like
the
glasses
my
dad
is
wearing
in
my
favourite
picture
of
him
.
the
one
that
shows
him
at
a
dinner
party
four
years
before
i
was
born
, murdering
my
mother
with
his
eyes
after
she
got
drunk
and
flirted
with
another
woman's
husband
.
today
in
the
park
a
stranger
told
me
he
liked
my
glasses
.
he
looked
about
twelve.
he
was
wearing
track
pants
and
a
blue
shirt
.
he
was
alone
.
some
people
have
faces
that
make
you
want
to
hug
them
,
because
their
eyes
tell
you
how
much
they
care
.
about
everything
.
his
was
one
of
those
.
thank
you
,
i
said
.
thanks
very
much
.
and
i
meant
it
.
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