I read a piece once
about Chinatown waiters –
about the hours they worked
and the money they made,
and how they sent it all home.
Someday I’ll watch
the traffic go by.
I’ll pour the soup
and won’t spill a drop.
I read a piece once
about Chinatown waiters –
about the hours they worked
and the money they made,
and how they sent it all home.
Someday I’ll watch
the traffic go by.
I’ll pour the soup
and won’t spill a drop.
Will be found on page 3.
The fine print on page 7
does not apply to those
who have already exceeded standards of “less worse”
in their daily life
and thus are out playing ball,
as they should.
You came to me willing
and I laid you bare
until daddy came along
and saw the leaves in your hair
Banking left
she sprays little clouds
and we ask, as she goes
why we never met