she looked good bent over
            the men stood on their porches
                     scared and looking for trouble

outside Li Li's Bamboo Parlour

don't write poetry, she said as
     she took my poems
I liked her best,

I wait outside the window
    the camelot smell rains down 
       the alley behind
     as neon fades

i didn’t know what to do

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