i put them
on today....
though mine
for years
i lacked the courage
to wear them
i always wondered
after
my enlightenment
if you bought them
before
the whores
in shanghai
or after
if
they had been
a gift of
love
or
a token of
recompense
makes no matter now
on this winter morning
the ebony goes
perfectly
against my
ivory lobe
if she were here
i’d prepare her
a pot of jasmine tea
serve her
in my best jade cups
afford her some dignity
tell her
you named our
daughter
after her motherland
kiss each cheek
and
softly whisper
"thank you"
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