street vendor love

i’m just gonna stare

at you like a

street vendor selling

boiled peanuts,

mango slices,

folded hand fans,

lucky wristbands,

and poisonous cobra glands,

as you keep waving me off

but i’ll just keep standing

there,

dead stare,

look of

despair,

as if my life

and next meal

depends on

you buying my product

but instead of a purchase,

it’s

going out with me

that i really want…

and need.  

-JDR-

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jonathandeanrichie

Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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