I adore the implausibility
of third world love stories.
Does that make me imperialist?
You colonized my imagination with depictions
of slumdog goddesses waiting in train stations;
Sent fairy tale missionaries
to save my soul from bitterness
And I waded through
damp fields of salvation
and led your little brown brothers towards
bleached-white enlightenment
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