THE BLUEST EYE

Try as she might, she could never get her eyes to disappear. So what was the point?

They were everything - everything was there in them.

All of those pictures.

All of those faces.

But if her eyes,

those eyes that held the pictures and knew the sights,

if those eyes of hers were different

beautiful

she herself would be different.

Each night, without fail,

she prayed for blue eyes.