you come to me with your fishing game
your hunger for hunger
i might bite

to stir the turmoil of that famous ocean
the subtle friction between his loves
our pretty little law

your holding vibrates like a plucked string
all beauties of the past
swallowed

//

whos a good

i heard a rumor about myself
from you or my long-lost
referential tendency

the scent just strange
like a far-flung purpose
with charred edges

remarkable love
mighty hobbler
good nature

//

ache

daikon & rice vinegar
& kopi & key lime pie
& something i don’t recognize
and everything else
ive eaten at iftar

and everybody laughing
at my stomach-ache

because they know

//