Saturday, December 22, 2018

work poem

the toes go first
i'm looking down
i'm looking down
you're zipping up
i tell you about
scarf tying techniques
kung fu and ping pong
they're not stereotypes they're true
i shake my head in the wind like an early human
and shake up the hot hands in my pocket
looks like i'm masturbating
to stay warm
a group of white men
guffaw over the homoerotic statuette
and say this is an awful place