The Lady With Three Eyes

Even when I was young, children believed when I said

I had eyes in the back of my head.

But I don’t.

Just the one here - dead

center like the statues

in India.

It doesn't shut or cry.

No one knows why.

It doesn't see clearly

or nearly

as far. A dim star

set in skin pale and pitted

like the moon.

People are always tempted

to poke it.

I’ve tried hats

and things like that

to hide the eye

but it gets too dry

under cover - sad fact.

The fortune teller

is morbidly fascinated;

and is sure I can ward

off the evil eye and other charms

intending harm.

I would have been beautiful

So I’m told.