By Sam Pink


One of the regulars at the bar in town

always wears an eyepatch.

One night

my friend got drunk enough

to ask him why.

The guy said


when he was younger

his dad

hit him in the eye

and now it’s all fucked up.

He lifted the eyepatch

and showed us.

The eye looked up somewhere

off into the distance.

Like it was

part of a different mind

thinking something else.


Sam Pink is a writer, poet and artist from Chicago @sampinkisalive

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