By Lily Nord

the Dudes pour lavender syrup you made by hand

into their tea with reckless abandon

say the Ito En you drink tastes like dirt

and I tap your leg- trade sushi rolls across the table laugh

at the top of their lungs pouring air into the tent

you and I, dead sober, are flying

four feet from the riot floating

behind our own heads

and I can see what you want in our mind’s eye:

ham and roast beef bitter cheese thick bread

but you watch us eat our rolls and curl up

under my shoulder

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