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In Dubai III


by P.R. Mercado


The boy in the elevator with round glasses,
who carried a newly-purchased broom,
was tall and burdened with clothes
in my perception: I asked my friend

why he dared climb a fence to a public pool
at 2AM when he had just broken up
with his girlfriend of four years,
and he said, "It's not like I was naked

or anything." Now, if I saw water glide
through his body in the darkness
and through the haze of cigarette smoke
I would realize there is something

beneath nakedness. I see it 
even when he is clothed,
feel the heat of his body 
even when he is not around.
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