how was your trip?
India performed cataract surgery on my soul.
It was a swift
mike-tyson-kind-of-punch
squarely in the
face of my
worldview.
It was the best handshake I've ever received.
So when perfectly laid pearly-white teeth open to ask
why my smile is so messed up --
I will simply allow my toothless grin to answer such trivial inquisitions.
My jagged jaw will open with care,
slowly reflecting the glimmer of golden treasures that are buried deep
within my Indian chest.
I cannot keep to myself.
"A crooked smile is a testament of straight vision," I will say. "We are all blind until we realize we cannot see."
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