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


dead stare,

look of


as if my life

and next meal

depends on

you buying my product

but instead of a purchase,


going out with me

that i really want…

and need.  


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Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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