Self-Portrait as Blemish

Robert Okaji

Do not turn away. Stare 

at my impropriety and accept 

the facts exposed: the mixed,

the blended, the unholy 

result of the extralegal 

conjoining. Look closer. 

Ask your question. I 

am the world inside 

the fermented egg, the tacit 

accusation. What you 

choose not to see. 

Feel my breath. Remember.