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they were tea lantern faces bobbing in the dark
where the crickets and creepers banded around
the front porch. each of those six string-headed
dynasty boys held a topiary full of rabbits, each
knew a secret no one else dared to know. three
of them were you, they were you, my own boy.

they had ankle-twisted wrists and match-burned
eyes that flashed across the 11pm like fine bones,
and a fervor on their tongues which a middle-aged
Viennese man translated into their laughter at me.
three times the tongue, Ming china, and four scar-
tables, and I don't much mind you laughing at me,
my own dynasty boy, my own quick-lipped mocker.
if you're full of rabbits and tea lanterns spilling over,
then rest on the moon, sleep on a raft, you're my own.

2 comments:

  1. I have a secret list of people to marry someday.

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  2. same here.

    sometimes i think if i can find a fulltime lifely actor to marry, it will be perfect. not a professional actor - those are boring in real life. the other way, the real life actor way, he can be as many different men as i want him to be, but without the whiplash of being "loose."

    i love that word, "loose."

    also, this post was very vivid in my mind while i was reading it, partly because the lit up jars make me thirsty and whenever i am thirsty while reading something it is very vivid in my mind.

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