If he were a knife he would be a serrated blade:
Dull under blunt pressure, effective with momentum and direction.
In his fourth year at Cal studying Public Health, this weekend he’s off to Florida to interview for medical-school, but he doesn’t really want to go.
He could speak fluent Mandarin, understands it so well he tells me the inadequacies of hip-hop in Chinese, but doesn’t feel like practicing.
Competitive in speech in debate, now estranged.
Used to ride centuries, now he just commutes.
Regardless, he is possessed with infectious buoyancy,
even if he hides his smile from the camera.
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