You know every word to Despacito
despite speaking Portuguese You have a chubby little cactus tattooed across your thigh and a fresh pair of koi swimming in yin yang across your spine You wear those sparkly rainbow booties with the three-inch heels to class and clubbing I suppose it has something to do with your being a dancer How else can you explain how you never trip? Never stumble? Never fall? Always graceful, when moving through twenty-four form taichi or six AM meditation on the rooftop, guided by the app chiming on your phone Tasting the thick Shanghai summer settling across our upper lips readying our minds for a day of pressure points and melon pops anticipating a night of ginger Coke chasing down a sip of herbal whiskey it's so hard to speak of you like you aren't right here still here I never want to put you in past tense Keep racing up the Great Wall with me, you barely sweating at all, me drowning in my own salt and the youness of it all the nowness of your earthy, thrilling chuckle You always offer me a cigarette. I always say no. You'll die of lung cancer one day, I say, as you drag and exhale and I can't bring myself to move away can't stop following the promise of fire
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