There are casinos in Cambodia
I’ve lied to enter
worn shoes of mohair,
sidled up to speakers
beaten open to knowledge
said I was fifteen and taller
why is the island divided
as a theater built on karaoke and a memory
specified to bury
as if I’d never lived
a chronology of sand
monuments
This poem was originally published in Slake No. 4. To read all of the stories from that issue, purchase the issue or subscribe at shop.slake.la.
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