PS 102
German Dario

Factory
where names
were chopped,
dissected,
Americanized.
 
I fell in love with
Erica’s diversity,
tropical island air
across Queens Boulevard.
 
Mrs. Marshall,
to teach nerves,
put her hand on
a hot stove
and sang
"Move it, stupid!".
 
Anna
roughed me up
and tattooed her
name and face
in memory.
 
Johnny supplicated
from right field
"CHANGE THE PEECHER!"
in his best English
to laughter from
the infield.
 
Shank in pocket,
for what if's,
when they came,
and often they did,
it slept hibernating
shy against my
long johns.
  
An Asian kid
who barely spoke,
threw a cat
by Church of the Ascension
after an evening event.
 
He laughed
eyes searching
for approval,
some gave,
others looked away.