Baseline in Phnom Penh

“I just take out the trash,” said the ministry official,

while the angry doctor played his cello angrily for the greater good.

Outside, a castaway cigarette burned like a bug on the ground.

A lizard ran away from my camera flash.

Sodium lights glowed through the membranes between the

spines of umbrellas and bat wings.

I rode alone with other people’s images

until I didn’t know when I’d lost my own.

At home, I enjoyed a glass of wine,

yellow and warm, almost hot in the tall, clear glass,

like sweet piss.

I thought our words sounded alright for now.

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