Shift
The
man at the airport told me
we
are running out of spectrum.
Smart
phones will idle
on
night stands while we
in
the interregnum of departures
and
new arrivals
talk
of how
China
steals our secrets, the pros
and
cons of kissing foreign girls on
holiday,
the going rate for
soft
shell crab if it cuts
like
steak two seconds after
red
turns a less virile pink
sticking
to the deep fried bits
and
leaving what we cannot eat
for
the woman in the shapeless smock
come
to put up chairs and clean so
none
of our choices remain to be seen.
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