Bleparoplasty they called it
to lift my dragging lids that
cut off vision for reading and such.
Tired of people asking “”Are you tired?”
Afterwards felt like one of those
Keane eye girls with eyes as wide
as saucers.
Felt a fake sense of awe or terror
suspended by those eyes.
Even my  dog stared at me in awe 
and distrust.
Husband said I looked fine but he would.

The innocuous astonishment lasted a 
few days till my mind absorbed my
new look and shifted my morph.