I lost my favorite ever Armani glasses
toward the end of the summer.
I searched everywhere.
In the grass where the bee stung me,
turned the truck that we took camping inside out,
called Panerra where we ate,
called the campground where we stayed,
in the tent that I slept in.
I REFUSED
to give up.
Until my eyes couldn't take
another day of burning
and my head tired of pounding.
I brought a few home last week
to get feedback from a few people.
Solomon felt he needed to actually
wear them awhile before deciding
what looked best on me.
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