i turn over
the salt shaker, made
in China
it says.
the table lamp,
the computer,
the radio,
the phone, my shoes.
i look at the tag
on my mattress,
made in China.
i pull back the tongue
of my shoes,
the labels
on my food.
the television.
made in China.
i'm afraid to pull
back your hair, dear,
for what i
might discover
stamped on the nape
of your neck.
you too?
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