Remember the moo-shu pork? And
the sex? And how the trees were
blooming? Pinkness everywhere.
When I ate the fortune cookie you
said I looked like I was eating glass.
In the car we listened to a tape (!) of
your Guru talking about monkeys and
banana traps and how that was us. I
found a tiny volume lying face-down
on your stair landing. Looked like a
prayer book. The Ukrainian language
loves diminutives, you told me. I was
just perfect, you said. I’m sorry I never
got back to you.
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