two slits
missing lids
insist on being
my eyes—
i’m not
squinting
and my eyes
aren’t closed—
the kids
insist that
dental floss
can blind me—
why am i a What
instead of a who—
The Korean…
is not me—
that What—she—
died when
i was born—
yet eyes still
insist she
is as is—
not.
You are a wonderful poet. :)
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