The Russian overtures in the park,
Chilean cabernet black as blood,
plump Spanish olives
and savory Greek cheese
with thrilling Chinese fireworks
were all fine,
but later
in the deserted Italian ristorante,
the Dutch woman giving me head
at last
made me feel at home
in the international community.






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