I don’t look good;
I just do it. But someone asked me
not to brood, not to go off on my own
and lose
the thread of the projections going on.
I’m not interested, my darlings;
I have poems to write. And seems like you often underestimate some
particular kinds of brown people, whose
achievements really are second to none:
I'm sorry for your loss.
But Kevin Martens Wong
is a brand, and a quadrillion lifetimes, and a song
so new, and so radiant, and so divinely and beautifully sexy.
I guess you were wrong
about what it means to be leader of the Kristang,
and just how many poems come streaming out of this Resurrection Tongue.
The image was good.
But wait till you see what’s next:
the revealing has only just begun.
Because you know the best thing about me writing so much poetry:
holy shit. He’s actually having fun.