tells
me that after this procedure
of releasing
gas
trapped behind my new
lens,
the old one covered
in a web
of a cataract,
that i'll begin
to see some new floaters.
he wasn't just whistling
dixie
about that.
i'm seeing unidentified
flying objects
all day.
i'm swatting flies away
that aren't even
there.
a flock of bees.
birds.
i'm Leonard Bernstein
with my hands
now,
flying around in the air.
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