and immediately we are performing the arithmetic
of aloofness trying to work out which one should be
relieved he is not the other noticing my lavender-sheathed
fingers I painted myself which perfectly offset
my wet-sand cargoes but are too close in register
to my navy bomber jacket he pretends
not to look glances off to the left if he sees me
I am flesh his superiority borne on not dignifying
my perversion mine is borne on rejecting his dignity leaving
my hand splayed out on the knee where the nails
look their best glinting off desert backdrop the other set
encircling my phone like a lotus blossom I am measuring
things I can’t measure wondering if he is coastline
or delta he does the same for me yes
light-skinned as a damn DeBarge but where from?
he is thinking about what he would do
should his boy ever get wise enough to call himself
how I call myself be up on a red line train
just after rush hour with lilac nails I am thinking
about the cylinder of mace at the bottom of my bag which my girl
just gave me two nights ago shit talking in a downtown
parking lot at the edge of an indifferent skyline we put a spell
on each other’s heads be safe
before parting ways I can’t let any good-white-person know
there are brothers I am careful of he in turn can’t admit
there are brothers whose indifference is unholy not looking
for no manhood to enter them or otherwise and even
before either of our stops come up before he has given
up on me or I him we are still running figures how many
steps away is the exit? who will get up
and walk off the train first?
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