the experience
of hating wearing glasses so much
that every time they smudge
or get dirty
you refuse to take them off and clean them
because then
you would be giving in to the idea
that you’ll wear them
for more time
in the day
and you don’t want to give the concept of “glasses”
that satisfaction
[as foolish and ridiculous
as you know that sounds/is]
so then
days go by
and you simply tilt your head
this way
and that
to get around
each splot of smudge
and speckle of dirt
and the glasses themselves
are made up of mostly grime by this time
but
still
cleaning them
would indicate
intention
and you don’t intend
to wear your glasses
much
anyway