Dear Linda
you tell me
you speak a little spanish
and live in a mansion
owned by your grandmother
somewhere in
a coastal place
complete with maids
and butlers and
private drivers
in luxury i see you
and you tell me
you like my poems...
tell me what to do next
shall i write more poems
or shall i come to your place?
poem by Antonio Liao

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