shows
me the x-ray, see, he says,
see,
usually that's white,
not dark.
he drags his finger
along the blotted screen,
talking
in a language i don't know
quite yet,
but am learning.
i think of Salvadore Dali,
Jackson Pollock,
Ferlinghetti,
all the beat poets,
and abstract
painters i have
read or seen.
all of them
make more sense
than this,
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