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Main Entry: h a r . i . c o t Pronunciation: '(h)ar-i-"kO Function: noun Etymology: French Date: 1653 : the ripe seed or the unripe pod of any of several beans (genus Phaseolus and especially P. vulgaris) |
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9:30am, the rush to make it to work by 10:00am via path train. i always wait for the front car. so's a fine black man in business corporate attire. his eyebrows are too shapely to be anything but my game, terrain, playa, hatah, i needa fibrillatah. we begin the game (the bread of heaven, the cup of salvation), but it's low-key because it's early and i haven't even had my coffee yet, so i do my favorite thing: about to step off the car at my stop and i haven't done anything but glance his way a few times. as i'm walking off he looks over one last time and i just b a r e l y smile and i'm off. next time i see him at the stop, i can talk to him and laugh about it. |
i like to think that this is the little bean of me that people see on the subway. the one that started off in new york walking home from big cup (after i'd made some dumb excuse to go there) and champs (after i'd danced with a guy, then smiled and said 'rain check, alright?' when he asked if he was coming with me as i left) while listening to pizzicato 5 on my walkman. they were singing |
i'm standing on the train on my way home. an old black man with dreadlocks is seated next to where i'm standing, and reading a book called "letting go." he flips open a writing journal, and accidentally, when the first page shows, i see "SAVE ME!" written in light orange highlighter. |
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konnani kireina hadaka konnani kireina subete konnani kireina hitowa kiminohokani inal bokuwa kimini narital -pizzicato 5, i wanna be like you something has changed in me besides that that walkman's batteries have run out and there'd be mos def & talib kweli in it this time. when i walk home from this guy's place now, i walk by the high-rise that another one-night, er, one-afternoon stand lives in. am i really this fuckin' much of a ho' already?!? this is new york city, this shouldn't be happening already. i feel like some wealthy white boy should be spellbound by me and nurse me into monogamy while discovering my heart of gold. |
such a beautiful nude such beautiful everything there is no one beautiful as you I wanna be you |
