Austin Duerst
Speaking In Tongues
I bump elbows with myself
on the automatic doors that
aren’t automatic enough.
Playing over the loud speaker,
there is that twang of banjo
from that good ol’ China music.
I find the aisle with the bagels,
searching over the shelves with
every race, every poppy seed
blueberry face,
and being afraid to bite into
discrimination I buy a lobster,
its label the color of its skin
and me not being able to
apologize in crustacean, or
wanting to.
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