Friday night, drive-in; bad film. Left of us, two Korean beauties:
males---shirtless, shoeless, clad in baggy cargos and sole-grimed white socks.
They lean on their Volkswagen: BlueShift and I cannot stop staring.
Their handles on channel twelve: Private Valley and Enclosed Crevice:
even some poems bear their names. Feeling like a footnotes to life, we
refused "aw shucks" echoes of old prejudice; or to call them gooks.
Kyakuchuu