Chiquita Cafe
Indonesian limelight,
Sweltering Catholic skies,
My burden floats with whimpering puppies.
I’m left with twin sisters inside a giant watermelon.
You never read my dreams like I wanted you to.
I never fit into your brain the way you’d like me to.
Now I wait forever under the strange spinning sun clocks,
While some mysterious justice wisps through the banana air,
Leaving me breathless, and pantless, in Tacoma.
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