Spring 2013 • Vol. XXXV No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 2013 |

Slightly Lopsided but a More Accurate Portrait

From the Burmese   I'm an idiot Just kidding I'm an idiot With a seismograph of a brain recording the earthquake only after the disaster With laughter breaking out far beyond the joke Imbecile In that word there is half my surname Part of the tongue always wanting to lick a running chainsaw The thought of decayed ship timber at the sea bottom The eye patch of a pirate captain That's where my granddad grew up In the goddamned language his head was rested The a b c of the vacuum That's where I hang out Am I a nitwit Impossible There is no such word in my ancestors' dictionary I no longer know myself Rowing a hole-ridden boat With my survival oars Left after right Left after right It cannot be two lefts and two rights at the same time I might wobble but I am not that insane They say I am not even a full kyat They say I am worth just ninety pyas No one is coming up to haggle with me Not anymore The earth-eating giant has been pulling My rights one aft

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