My Eyes by Brent Hearn
What you said you said
was it wasn’t kind and
what I said you said
was I wasn’t kind but
either way we both
knew what you meant and
either way we both
knew you were right and
either way I’m sorry
not sorry but
that jacket is fugly as hell.
Brent Hearn (he/him) writes plays, poetry, fiction, and comedy. His work has appeared in TheDailyDrunk, Defenestration, DrunkMonkeys, TheOffbeat, and on various Mississippi stages. He’s @rollnwrite on Twitter, @armbard on Instagram, and @pipinhotbakedgoodlover in your hearts.