it's a common trick:
a brilliant string
tied to your wrist,
almost like
Mrs. Chase the librarian
taught you to do,
only that was your finger,
and to remind you
to return your borrowed book.
equally juvenile
and charming
is this young man who
somehow has your hand in his
within seconds of greeting you.
he has convinced you
with his yarn,
to share with him the following intimacies:
something you wish to do for the Earth;
a fantansy that you have;
something you desire to do for yourself.
(“we will skip dreams, travels and studies,” he says
“because it seems that you need not be
reminded of these.”)
“A little knot
on a string cannot
remind you of your dreams
or wishes.
That is silly”
he assured .
“But this string can line your pockets, no?”
I asked.
And gave him mil pesos
For reminding me.
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