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


that he’d meet 

at the least

one of the conditions

for my first black experience.


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