dreams
when i was
about his age
--late twenty something--
i thought i'd become
a bee keeper,
and now, after his
mental intensity,
filiberto dreams of going home
to belize, to rear pigs
and make sausages from folk recipes.
he says he's too fucked
in the head to have kids, even.
plans to work only three days a week.
i see him always in a clean white shirt,
elevated above the dirt,
but play along with him--
i know what he means.
The 2River View, 4_1 (Fall 1999)