Cleaving Saramago

Blind in Buenos Aires
—for Phouc-Tan
''Why did we become blind, I don't know,
perhaps one day we'll find out, Do you
want me to tell you what I think, Yes, do,
I don't think we did go blind, I think we
are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people
who can see, but do not see.''
—José Saramago, Blindness

I’m a blind man — she’s a blind woman…

We’re lying beside each other — we’re holding hands

we’re young — lovers who go to movies

and turn blind there — some miraculous

coincidence brings us — together in movies

we recognize each other — by our voices

of course, the voice of blood — needs no eyes

love which — people say is blind

has a voice — of its own

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