won’t you put on your gambler jeans
tease me a little bit
you sit in the dirt and spit
intuit the portal that is my waist
for a minute
they met in the aquarium
where fluid is sexuality
they met in the park.
one had on that beautiful half-smile
who brought paint and painted each other.
one couldn’t draw
she couldn’t picture herself
if abu-bakr ii made it over here
is really a matter of opinion
but it still says a lot
about yr imagination
Aida Rends 