June 14, 2017
As I Sit at the Bar,
your mouth mirrors their laughter; unseen,
through mime you wish to join,
enlarge
their circle – enrich
their day through your presence.
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June 2, 2017
Girl on Canal
You kick orange –
high-tops painting circles in the air
Dance with abandon
as that Chinese line cook down the corner
takes his one last
drag, rights
his paper-boat hat, and dives
back into his day
• • •
May 29, 2017
Your eyes have died
inside you; blank,
pure blind – those of terrified dolls
in a Chinatown window,
staring down a plastic frog over penny stones,
while a battery dog glows pink
and moop moop moop moops
next to them.
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