Well, life interferes again. Instead of a thoughtful, insightful poem, you’re getting a short haiku. I’m typing this with my right eye squeezed shut: there’s something wrong with that eye. While I’m waiting for the eye doctor to open, this is what I thought of.

Insulin and tears
are they the same
or different

Going low makes me cry
Crying makes me low

Typing with one eye open
and one closed



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