kali ma (she’s with us on the subway)
I pick up a gray skinned woman on the subway
just then the boombox starts to fizzle
Kring Kring Kring Hing Kring
we dance together
and let our tongues loll out
teeth sharp, eyes blood red.
we two are unalike creatures
Kring Kring Kring
a wasted white pressed against plump brown.
her head rolls back, jerking towards the scuttling tracks
Hring Hring Hung Hung
she will die soon
maybe me too