by Kevin Ashburn
We played dares with a basket of snakes.
Deep fried birds nest among
the express trains while the driver
whistles in a minor key
pissing into a field.
The lady selling cakes is younger
than her history.
“You speak Cambodian”
“Tik tik” as we hand her strange
notes in her tongue.
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