Mother stayed up all night
applying medicine
to my right eye,
gouged by Barrett’s fourth finger.
She leaned over,
touching my eyelid
with an ice pack,
while I lay,
my backside down.
My good eye could see
between her pink fingernails
her eyes opening
under the living room light.
I waited for numbness
to set in and my eyelid
to drop. My good eye
clearly saw her two eyes.
What they said
was better than healing.