Has Anyone Ever

blown their nose
with their eyes open
abraded their cornea
with the tissue’s edge

turned quickly in pain
tripped on the corner
of the ugly aqua area rug
fallen back, flung an arm

grabbed the drawer knob
on the oak dressing table
pulling the full contents
on top of themselves

while toppling to the floor
and so found the key fob
they’d been trying to find
for weeks?

Or is it just me?

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