lil wayne has marshmallows in his mouth.
i tell him to chew slower or else he might choke
like when my brother did when he was small.
his locks catch the light and the frayed hairs
look like tiny abstract figures dancing.
we have coffee together well he got a hot
chai. outside a woman in leggings hops a curb,
a man in a button up fixes his glasses.
I am reading a book about Sudan and poetry
about thomas meyer's dying lover.
he is doing a crossword puzzle, eyes wrinkled,
his large nike boots with the fur adjusting
to let a couple in matching clothes pass by.
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