The City of Resemblances

Kari made man
made in Hong Kong
in Wan Chai in Kowloon.

I am immune on the edge of the sea
eating almond soup.

Hello obstructions backways
and elevator islands, my glasses scaffold
and white and small: a bee
I am a bee I said.

Someone smokes on the linoleum below
taking each pull out of me, oranges out,
rolls of paper out
of finally: We Kari on
guardrails, in acorn suits, Kari an abacus
of ones over, folding over
the shape of a bag.

I am Kari at walk
between the plastic spiders of language,
knees and shoes showing
banging forward and back accordion
dresses, jimmying the eyelets
& artificial falls

Copy, this me in this
much orchard: where is & where with,
Who parts the subject, speaking.
I am the Kari of Pronouncing.
I am so white.
I am quite a view of the island.

O Kari where it is hard, it will.
This ice speaking.
This bull in a baggy.
We are alone at the end
of this mouse.

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