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The poem is about three queer friends spending time together on a spring day. They order ramen, print poems, drink coffee, and stay up late talking and remembering past experiences.

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Spring: Chen Chen

The poem is about three queer friends spending time together on a spring day. They order ramen, print poems, drink coffee, and stay up late talking and remembering past experiences.

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CHEN CHEN

Spring

Seventy-five degrees & we’re three readyfor this! queers in the most flattering
shorts.

Three queers ordering too much ramen or just enough, who can say.

Three queers in a FedEx, ready to print poems for a long overdue queer salon.

Three queen drinking definitely too much coffee, three queers & I’m the one
visiting for just the weekend, so let’s stay up talking, talking.

I mean, have I told you yet about going to my omelet place for lunch the
other day & this guy I overheard?

How I was in the middle of eggy arugula bliss when he said, Bi-sex-u-al, all
slow like that, to another guy, as though it were a new type of omelet, or
is it even, let’s ask the waiter?

Did I tell you how he went on, That’s what Sarah told us yesterday, & the other
guy clicked his tongue like, I ’m sorry to hear, 8c the first guy said, Bisexual,
quickly this time, quieter, She must’ve heard it on TV,from herfriends, you
know, she’s onlyfourteen?

& then he sighed, Only fourteen, already deciding to ruin her life, 8c then I almost
said, What thefuck are you saying, almost leapt out of my chair to ask the
other guy, Why thefuck are you fucking nodding, but I didn’t, I got scared,
no, not of them, of my hands, how my hands had curled into fists—

Three queers remembering but you’re onlyfourteen!

Three queers talking about last week.

Three queers feeling like twenty, drinking ever more coffee, telling sleep to go
bother the straights.

Three queers staying up until late becomes early.

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