a record

a recordCharlie / Outside yr show there was a man who said I’m selling the final ticket / I said I’ll do anything / At which point he said massage these fragrant oils into yr chest / Then he slapped me across the face and said dance for me monkey DANCE! / I danced / Then he told me the ticket was in the alley / In the alley he said it’s in my van / For you I would’ve endured any ritual hot wax torture / I was surprised by the van / It was the Chrysler Town & Country.


Kiik A.K. is a graduate student at UCSD where he’s working on a collection of counter‐internment narratives titled Everyday Colonialism.

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One Response to “a record”

  1. Ruby says:

    Loved this. Brilliant.

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