come in as you are
when we are borna slithery warm messwe reach out and grasp our parents’ fingers
there's something about the way they curl
I’m racing down the hill on my red road bikeI got it second-hand and fixed it upmyself
In the darklights reflect off the wet pavementThe thin back tiresplashes muddy rainwater on my back
Traditionally in Chinese culturegiving shoes as a gift impliesthat you want them toleave.
We stood thereThe two of usToes curled over the boardwalk ledgeMutual trustThere’s…