“What does your ring symbolize?”

But I don’t think you’ll get

that Kerouac quote

or the weight of harassment

I feel in public spaces,

or understand the marriage

of my selves to our selves

and our body,

so I shrug, “Nothing,”

and the conversation turns

again to your most recent

doctor’s visit.

Two more brown bodies enter here

and our eyes kiss,

sing to each other

the old, whispered refrain:

“We will all of us burn

together here

ifwhen the shit hits the fan.”

But I think

you seem very certain

that yours is the Universal Truth

for so finite

a being;

I will always lack

that sweeping confidence.