A Short by Cheri Lucas Rowlands

These days, I don’t wear my glasses when I’m out in public. . . . I can see the world, but it’s out of focus. I can’t make out faces, recognize friends. Most importantly, I can’t tell where anyone is looking. If men’s eyes consume me, I’d rather not know.

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