The revised version is actually hanging out in 2011. Below is the original draft.
Somewhere across the ocean,
a woman with my eyes looks at her ruined body every morning
and remembers me,
wonders what might have been
now that it is 2011 and the world is a different place than 1986.
Maybe her heart rips in half again
as she goes to work in a factory somewhere.
Somewhere across the ocean,
a man with my jawline frowns at his monthly wage
(less than I make in a week)
and remembers me,
wonders if I have his jawline
or what the woman with my eyes is doing now
before swallowing his failure like drunken sick
and clocking into a factory somewhere.
Yesterday, I bought a teddy bear for my friend’s kid
because the tag said “made in Korea”
and somehow, that made me feel like it could be less store-bought--
some connection to whoever was sewing it together
in a factory across the ocean.
I doubt he’ll remember who gave it to him.
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