The Piercing

Stephen Kuusisto, Letters to Borges

“Each of us is alone at the center of the earth”  the poet says—

But we’re alone when a peacock opens his tail,

When merely walking in bright light

Maybe going nowhere

The way people do…I recall

Leaving the hospital…a misdiagnosis…

Doctors thought I was wasting

From digestive illness

But it was teen suicide I wanted

As I was blind, my parents

Were drunks, no true friends anyway…

You can be by yourself

In the heart of a sunbeam

On an ordinary street


Opening and closing your eyes.


Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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