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From it Baltimore by Joshua Garcia
We are at a restaurant you chose, somewhere near
your apartment, when I decide not to sleep with you.
You read one of my poems in a magazine & ask if
it was about our last time. Two seasons have passed.
Two men. This morning I groomed my body,
trimmed the hair under my arms, held a blade
to my scrotum, to the quiet sacral dimple.
We order tempranillo, eat plantains with bacon,
lick a ginger-tamarind glaze from our fingers.
You translate a Spanish lyric I won’t remember.
There isn’t a moment, just a confluence of thought.
None of these details matter. It is a mercy.
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