There’s a picture of me with wire-rimmed glasses on,
I am five or six. It is after the operation to fix my strabismus.
I was born cross-eyed but they could fix it. The glasses were to keep
the lazy eye from turning in, but they made me near-sighted.
I have worn them ever since. The older kids called me Frog,
after the character with the deep voice in Our Gang comics
who wore glasses. I’ll see you in the funny papers.
I look deeply intelligent. On the other hand,
I look like a little Jorge Luis Borges.
An old soul. A sport or freak of nature.
The blind troubadour of
On foot, needing a bath.
Hasn’t had his ashes hauled
since God knows when.