her night blindness
keeps her close to home,
unable to drive
in your direction.
you ask her if she has
a seeing eye dog,
a cane, if she writes
and reads in braille
when the sun goes down.
does she eat with a spoon.
this questioning makes
her angry, makes
her slam down the big
numbered phone
as she feels
her way around
her padded room.
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