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disenfrenchfried people
drape the lamp with my blanket
everybody now wants a banh mi
i still call it a viet hoagie

ai

those older than i say

an active imagination

wrapped in fleece,

 trying to discover unconscious roots

anxiety away

i want just the image of a tree, not the real

slapping the keyboard, i throw my head back

just a sixteen year old

and a christian eon

toward future fatty opposite

steep my body in the yellow of yr room   

knowing love,  lasting heat,
illuminates

body

You are invited to sit and
talk with an acquaintance.
She's also an Asian poet
and of some renown. You
both decide on a shady
bench in a most public
area. Midway she asserts
that she isn't interested in
any sexual relationship.
You give face and accept
her rejection of your body.
Not knowing what it was
you said or indicated with
your body. Walking Walnut,
you want to laugh but you don't.

within a word

'Responsibilities' was the new word
I put my hand out for her
she held a baby carrot
I thought of her young
black childhood. I squeaked
onto the wall, 'Sensibilities'.
She told me that was the kind
of snack she got as a kid, no sweets
we finally got to shake
hands at the end of the day
I said my goodbyes, descend
twenty-seven floors in the time
it takes to adjust my pant cuffs
walk out onto Market St
with brisk spring energy