Purple starburst

James Bowden

I mean, look – I’m over her. I’ve
no
intentions nor desires for her, no
hope,
but somehow every, and I mean
every,
time I see a small Asian woman in the
distance
with a too-wide face and carefree
but
elegant stature, almost sway-y, really
my brain
(including the two consecutive days on which it really was
her)
stops–look natural! do I say something to her, do I
acknowledge
that I saw her? no, god no! what about the
guy
with her wait I mean I’m over it none of this
matters
–if you can call it that, and my heart bursts
again

and then a minute later I continue on with my life,
perfectly fine without her in it?

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Ambivalence, darling.