Anyone who looked directly at “Chang-O” was made blind,
but “Chang-O” was everywhere, when you least expected,
creeping out from behind corners, creeping up under you,
before you had a chance to turn away.
I did everything I could to keep my eyes from seeing “Chang-O,”
except that left me confined, immobilized.
I hid beneath hoods and within walls,
and did not dare to leave my hiding place.
One day a strange brown woman
appeared at my house with a disc, seemingly of music.
She said it would help me with my problem
—if I listened, believed, followed.
I was skeptical, but I also had no other options if I wanted to live…
but “Chang-O” was everywhere, when you least expected,
creeping out from behind corners, creeping up under you,
before you had a chance to turn away.
I did everything I could to keep my eyes from seeing “Chang-O,”
except that left me confined, immobilized.
I hid beneath hoods and within walls,
and did not dare to leave my hiding place.
One day a strange brown woman
appeared at my house with a disc, seemingly of music.
She said it would help me with my problem
—if I listened, believed, followed.
I was skeptical, but I also had no other options if I wanted to live…