To fit their screens. Join us, and disappear
Into this bleached cinema.
"So 1999"
BY BAO PHI
I was the one who dug my hands deep into Powderhorn Park,
Waited for a million rainy days to fill your pond,
That wavering manmade moon sitting silver
Amongst soccer balls kicked
by beautiful people in varying shades
of our own dusky color.
The water silent as young lovers, secrets unspoken,
keep their balance walking along its lip,
bouquets of fireworks highlighting their way.
But then I woke up, taking the bus home
From work, my shoes soaked with soap suds
my hands wrinkled from a thousand first dates
Washed away from dinner plates,
I step off the bus, not knowing where to go,
Standing still as a man made pond.
