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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