Albino Poem by Hailey Leithauser

Albino



A lot more of than thought, unsought, come out white.
Lemurs of Madagascar, and leopards sans spots.

Brilliant, I think, to spurn pigment and burn
in December light, a December filament.

No one would know if there's snow in your hair,
or whether or not, when they knock, you are there.

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Hailey Leithauser

Hailey Leithauser

Baltimore, Maryland
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