rain is just beneath them running rubber pains
I accept immoral need and the distances
from cafeteria to vegan stir-fry
across grounds strewn with antiquated cardboard leaves
salted and seasoned (these are not cool raindrops)
I am rounded cheap peeling affected roles
(in this late crowd truth is twenty-one more than)
I am sudden in the white mind of a sensei
and sodden in the fry cook's imagination
warm engagement with vegetables and TVP
tossed and peppered with garlic and tamari
devoured in a rush like so many lies)
we unwrapped corporeal discomforts of youth
grinning lips shining (a betrayal eaten)
blunt water washing a tapped physiognomy
a quick spike of synapses and a dry smile
is a leap or at least the rhythm of one
played naked on a doumbek between splashing thighs
or a swollen cask of rain is the answer
what's drowning me is not in my hunch galoshes
but in secret crouching between bird basins
loitering in the garden when the dog ran out
"what were you thinking then?" as the morning skipped
I am delinquent in the clench of a fist
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