My Lazy Eye

My left eye 

Is sleepy

Lazy

From an incident

With a beer bottle.

Broken green glass

Sliced incision like

Through the white flesh

Of the paper lid

Which required

A trip to the

Emergency Room

Of the city hospital

In the passenger seat

Of my cousin’s car.

A kitchen towel

Filled with ice cubes

Held up

To the soft poached

Accident.

The country fabric weave

Of ducks marching

On a bold blue stripe

Quickly soaked to red

With blood

From my loosened eye.

I got stitches.

They told me

That I came this close...

They held two fingers pinched together...

To loosing my eye altogether.

They didn’t have therapy 

Or recovery

For eyelids back then.

Ever since

My left eye

Moves a little slower.

Hangs 

A little lower.

If you look closely

You can still see 

The scar.

I’ve been told

That I have

“Bedroom Eyes”.

Pfffffft!

I take that with a grain of salt.

Am I wrong

In thinking

That 

Beer bottles

Are the leading cause

Of people

Ending up in the bedroom

In the first place?