Published in Burner Magazine

What Makes The Blind Man Sad and Isn’t Supposed to Make The Blind Man Sad

I.
The song made the blind man think of his biggest weakness: spelling. After he heard the lyrics, he wrote all sorts of challenging words down on napkins. He swerved down chemotherapy, and malicious. Her wrote down sleep with me, song but misspelled it smurf with me, lung. Couldn’t help glitches in thought.

The blind man missed the song before he even heard it. The day he finally heard it, he ate an entire container of Raisinets.

II.
The biggest weakness is being neutral in times of passion. Everybody knows this except for the blind man. The blind man’s emotional blind spot bit him during the snarled part of the song. The part he thought was harmony. He was not born with his endured fingers. He hiccupped with them, and pressed to prevent them.

The blind man could have spoke, or sang. He even could have listened. This type of listening is sometimes confused as kissing.

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