i sit with glasses

It’s a wretched thing that I need glasses.
Smugly, each is perched or nestled with me,
I am made a pack mule and a yoked beast.

They are different though, each in their own right.
One here roller-skates through worlds of symbols,
While the other drowns associations.

One proves all their faces not to be hers.
The other numbs the knowledge that they aren’t.

I wish that I were blind.

THE AUTHOR
David Joël La Boon is a poet and artist. Gwangju is his home away from home.