Fair Conditions

My world

was turned

upside down

a night on the town

with a black guy

in jacket and tie

who wasn’t high

couldn’t recite how Tupac died

drank wine

and opined

on the fate 

of Kentucky

a state, not a plate full of secrets” 

he was vegetarian.

***

His finger

was not

on the trigger

or the wheel

of a low-rider

his name didn’t grace

a court order

in favour of baby-mamas

a brother

with no record

of arrest or protest

for black lives matter

a job

and he knew

who his father was.

***

He flew away

on vacations

to places

outside the United States

spoke a second language

read books and played tennis

spent a night in Maine

and early next day

hoisted sail

in the harbour

an ardent, well trained specimen

and though

his impression

of Seinfeld

was a fine display

the truth is

I was coaxed

and finally swayed

by the outlay

of ‘the package’

in his pocket

to quit feigning interest.

*** 

It was big, BBC 

knowing made me giddy

pleased

that he’d meet 

at the least

one of the conditions

for my first black experience.

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