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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