She’s my mirror
My eyes are the devils. They misguide and kill me.
“For God’s sake will you stop? ” I ask them, I plea.
They are deaf, they are wild and look around.
Chameleons
Head to toe, side to side
Butt and breast, lids and hairs
Then ground, bush and tree
Root and leaf
And then worm in bird’s beak
I’m tired of these eyes, the spies
(That I love)
And now her
Makes me cry
Black her hair, almond-eyed
She’s eating
Is a Philippian, Vietnamese, or Chinese?
I wonder.
Eats pizza and I look
Is she me?
Her face, cheeks, her jaws, lips
Like monkey, Kenya, smoking,
I can see they are me.
I wonder
I feel shame for watching.
Embarrassed, I turn eyes from mirror and then type:
“Shame on me”
“As writer you must see” a voice says.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem