Keith Francese writes

Seoul – a decade past

I was reading Tropic of Cancer

at the time

and awful other books with titles like

Best American Poetry 2004

I would have six cigarettes for breakfast

and hope to find 700 won in coins to get on the subway

drank almost every night

and was greenly thankful for life

I knew an English bird who liked to make

out in public bathroom stalls

enormous tits

and a penchant for jump roping when drunken

one night at a house

party while she did,

I rolled out onto the floor:

a one-year-old Labrador

sharing his bright pink erection

with the world

red belly to the sky

and waving it around for all to see

proud as I was