We Make Strange Trades
stomach for knuckle, "L" for "P" 
Nietzsche for night-blindness for 
those ten dry minutes before shadows
slide over his turned away face
initiation rites for shrimp
fried rice, organdy for origami, 
leather satchel for tomorrow's 
green cellophane
we trade without knowing
a Potempkin village for a lemon
lollipop ring, ten years of bricked-in
lightning for one glance out the bathroom
window. we trade in broad daylight
what emerges in darkness
i trade my fear of death for fear 
of breath, and puzzled i end up with both-
some morning in a grade school 
whisper we'll find out what we got

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