yes, it’s true:
one time I was in a coffeehouse
where a distinguished regional poet
read a poem mocking young people
who turned their foreign cars into Art on wheels
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he used the term “rice burner”
and the poem’s intro ended with the punchline
“It’s just a fucking Honda”
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what did I do, you may wonder
I kept my mouth shut afterwards
because the distinguished poet
once included me in an anthology he edited
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and I felt I still owed him something
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and I’m ashamed of my cowardice, my complicity
wanting too too much to belong
