Please--
let me linger a little longer
in the garlic-scented sweat
of my youth,
when fistfuls
of pesticide
were entertainment
for an evening.
Please--
let me linger a little longer
in our bed with Bisquick
and Three Ninjas
driving home drunk
on the ivory asphalt,
laughing into a pile
at the Natural History Museum.
Please--
let me linger a little longer
on a trashcan at the union,
discussing which obscure
American Presidents
Bush should associate with.
Let me linger a little longer--
please.
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