Foreign Exchange

You’re so pretty,
she said,
touching my cheek.

Because I knew it was
the last time we’d see each other
I did not try to correct her

by saying I was a man
and so could not be pretty —
I laid that bullshit aside

and let the sentiment
burn away the culture for once,
and damned if I didn’t feel pretty.

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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