a waifish young man Poem by Truong Tran

a waifish young man in a baseball cap cropped hair and knee torn jeans my taste in men changes with the wind an adams apple wire rimmed glasses they say girls often marry in the image of their fathers he is reading whitman better yet celan on this street a siren screams people rushing to and from their lives a poem on a panel inside a bus sheds its meaning discus starred with premonitions throw yourself out of yourself