I don't recognize the language.
it falls from his tongue like
gumballs or pebbles. The words
are round and smooth and
collect at his feet.
He is unusually tall, and his
ankle high boots undermine
his American jeans.
He is Starbucks and twelve
countries that I've never been to.
We're both heading to Cincinnati.
My transfer has been cancelled.
His, I'm sure, is right on time.
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