her down, inserted a grenade by
the pin just
before letting go
well-aimed heel to
doom. Quickly they ran
there, disheveled, bruised and
undazed, eyes wide,
thighs pale, voice
quavering, shrill, all hands clawing
about; the belly wrenches,
ready to give
this moment of the truest horror.
from URBAN LOVE SONGS after Tzu Yeh
Wing Tek Lum
Our friends are laughing.
They say we sit so close in your old Buick
it has become second nature for me
to exit on the same side as you.
* * * * * *
I wave as you enter; you take your seat smiling.
This same coffee shop now feels crowded.
We whisper to each other:
all eyes have noticed something's changed.