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The Insider's Guide to Washington, D.C.
Sitting on the curb across from Starbucks
smoking scooby and drinking cheap vodka
with Francis the homeless rock artist,
I blink and the shops become a gender-neutral
way to write Hebrew. I don't think you've ever
known hard times, said my father, and I hope
you never will. Penguins congregate around
DuPont Circle Fountain for a flash mob.
Let's get married, says Francis. Why not?
I empty my wisdom into the ground behind
China Daily and say, Teach me to panhandle.
The wind herds me into a diner where the cooks
don't think I understand Spanish. Esta haciendo
la poesra, they joke when I break wind.
Later that night, Shakespeare visits me and tries
to sell me a bag of Tina successfully.