Chicken Rice
Green plate of greasy fragrance
Comes to the table without formality
Table with strangers and plastic chairs
Only food really matters here
Steam is rising from pale on pale
Sink teeth into tender gelatinous
Blesses the tongue of the moment
But lift legs suddenly
As roaches scurry past
Shiver runs down spine
Reminder of no place is perfect
Dress
Getting stares at the cropped hair does
Not mean frills and flounces are a must
Nor heels, skirts and war paint
Knees are still there underneath trousers
So are twin peaks too
Even with pinstripes and suits
Will be cool as Coco and Marlene
Genderless is the new black
Nothing needs to be cured
Lip Balm
The tissue wipes away the balm
Leaving dried twigs on the mouth
Like angry red ants crawling on fire
Biting to appease burning anger
Getting stares again at sausage lips
Off to the Chinese medical hall
For quick and old-fashioned relief
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