My eye is red
and all my husband
can think to say is:

The worst that might happen
is that you go blind in one eye.
You’d still have another one anyway!

He pats my back and goes back
to brushing his teeth. Doesn’t he realize
that I’m dying, he’s dying, and if
we aren’t careful, it could happen
in this bathroom, before we’ve had kids
or an American life?

My husband says, there’s a 100% death rate.
I know. I can feel it
in the back of my eye, growing.

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Meg Eden’s work has been published in various magazines, including B O D Y, Drunken Boat, Eleven Eleven, and Rock & Sling. Her work received second place in the 2014 Ian MacMillan Fiction contest. Her collections include “Your Son” (The Florence Kahn Memorial Award), “Rotary Phones and Facebook” (Dancing Girl Press) and “The Girl Who Came Back” (Red Bird Chapbooks). She teaches at the University of Maryland.

Photo by SpooSpa (https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bloodshot_eye.jpg) via Wikimedia Commons.