With love

Poetry

I'm Scared That Someone Is Looking At Me While I Sleep

I am always looking up at the crackled sky, or away into the off-kilter 

expressions of sallow faces. 

I am always switching the direction of glance and counter glace. 

I keep drifting in and out of blessings and hexes.

I look into powdering ceiling tiles, and one by one,

the debris falls into my eyes and burns them out.

I look at faces as they look at me

and again as they leave the room

I mostly fixate my glance on things that have given up on me.

Elizabeth Hsieh