I swirled you over that space
on my tongue
where wine
is cool, inert, and tasteless
You rattled my teeth like
prison bars
pressing your
face through the imper-
fections in my smile
Until the
waitress,
inattentive and bland
offered us grated cheese
from her palm
To media outlets, I
disclosed names and
locations of well-respected
establishments that
refused my currency
because I toted pen,
paper, and a college
degree
log-rolling
foreign slurs, latent
dreams, medically inserting
Plasticine day trips, needs, and the deviant edifice into
semi-daily routines
One more
cup, please
while the bus driver lingers in
the latrine
But I will not be charged
extra
for ubiquitous chandeliers
that hang invisible.
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