POEM: secret handshake (for Owen)

secret handshake
for Owen

“buy me a milk tea”
you say
after we speak
the same words
at the same time
it’s our shorthand
a shared acknowledgement
that we know one another
like no one else knows us
we even have
a secret handshake:
it ends with index fingers
pointed as if to say
“I choose you from
all the others”
at night we dip our gyoza
into the sauce you made
lift the steaming rice
from the bowls into
our mouths
kiss with the taste
of soy sauce
on our tongues
& thank the stars
or the gods
or just dumb luck
that this is the life
we’re living

/ / /

Jason Crane
5 February 2017
State College PA

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