Hey hey when does

square cut zirconia and sterling silver and

   two year’s lease and five cent coffee and

   stolen bus passes and kisses in seattle

rain, leak

out of your half moon lids, lunar

new year is new fears, 99 cent

knife slices through flesh

of yolk and red bean paste,

walls plastered red means

good luck next time, yet

another year passes but when

will I

ooze through oo’s and a’s

hauntingly wispy in white,

bound black braids twisting

around my crown, you choking

back tears, vengeful crows stamping

gently along your smile, if anyone

objects to this marriage

speak

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