Kia Yee Ang
And Yet Eyes Resemble Oysters
‘The world of dew
is the world of dew.
And yet, and yet—’
And yet eyes resemble oysters, pupils conjuring pearls, lids
conjuring shells. Seagulls are perched on my mother’s lashes.
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