my friends and I
avoid each other out of consideration
for each other's
respectful difference, and
preference - we go
to lunch, kind of
at places that have lunch counters
with stained-glass
windows
in different parts of the city, and
we order dishes
that seem to speak to us. It's
okay. It's okay to be
seen, in seeming isolation
in knit hats and clunky
glasses, speaking word jazz
extemporizing life
explaining your point of view
to statues
in the middle of all this wondrousness,
surrounded by cartoon touches
and dressed like an anticliche cliche,
it's okay. Go now,
forth.
Make yourself a list: and strike
off
every
one
from
it.
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