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A brand new world
My insensitive mother once said
“those who lose one sense, develop another”
What use is my acute sense of smell, except in a fire?
Metal scrapyard voice of the Windows screen reader
Reminds me of the clanky transition,
I wish, wasn’t mine.
I fish for treasures in all that white trashy polyphonic noise
until my head bursts.
Conquer JAWS or else
Its merciless fangs will leave you limbless,
a dead-weight in
the darkest depths of the ocean.
Can I have 5 sides of patience, please?
“Can you tell that we are going through a car lobby?”, said my cane instructor.
I puckered my salty sunburnt lips.
“Listen closely, follow the reflecting sounds.”
Lightless, my brain shuts down.
The cheap airline mask induces sleep
even
on a
busy
street
full of
moving
dangers.
In public spaces,
Blind people become godlike,
parting the sealike Moses did,
deserving of the best seats in economy class
Or infantile,
addressed as Sweety or Honey
Credit card receipts etched with plump red hearts
Extra servings of
compensatory dessert at Cheesecake Factory
Are these people high on something?
I asked myself,
attending my first Austin Council for Blind meeting
At first, my answer was
No, they just don’t know better.
But later,
It occurred that actually they do know better.
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