Friday, February 12, 2010


as a man
I enjoy walking the earth
this time in Bogota
past the plaza
to the park
I see a playground
and I go there
do pull-ups on the monkey bars
then down Avenida Jiminez
and there I am
in a seedier part of town
where the old couple
stagger around the passed out drunks
and the men sit in the shade
and the children sift through piles
of trash
I watch a little boy
pull out his wee wee
and water a dusty car tire.
nobody notices me
my pink skin
my clean clothes
nobody knows my name
because just like them
just like all of them and everything
I’m not really here

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