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XIX
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THE SENSE IN SHARING
 
Tidal turned twenty that summer.
I took the train for an hour
then took off my clothes.
I still haven’t seen an Indian coast,
rocky beaches and floods of my parents’ 
college days. I’ve seen a photo of my mother’s
face in a classmate’s hair. they clutch each other
chunnis and grins shocked 
in the salt wind. I guess I’ll tell my niece 
about my weekend in Quincy 
but what will I say?
I took the train for an hour, just one line
then I drank a lot and took off my clothes. 
for my party I got crepe paper 
and a free bin of beer from a sublet stranger
and it was strange to be on the kitchen floor 
too drunk to take off my clothes. yeah 
I’m a shadow! boxer baby 
Iwannabeready 
for what
you do
I wore peach one night to breathe 
and my hot friends came over 
with dessert.
I cooked in the heat, daal in the house 
where I rented one of seven bedrooms
with a wooden spoon to taste.
that is, my hot and generous friends. 
after two months they left school 
for California. all we knew was California.
we never even got pictures. 
that summer they were in love, or at least 
making cakes together, turning to sponge
at twenty. one was a dancer and my best friend’s ex.
the other liked me and was sincere.
coconut flakes in sugar 
stuck to my teeth
afterwards I wanted 
ice more than water
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