A Sunday Stroll  



Sunday, a young girl licked her  
lollipop on a sidewalk crack.  I wanted to lick her   
round face because it might taste like her  
lollipop, looking so similar.  So when I arrived at 

my living room, I noticed how the curve of 
the brass tablelamp coincided with the curve of 
the supermodel on the wall calendar; of  
course, they were created by the same mirror manufacturer 

which also makes curved economic markets. In  
the room's plaster ceiling, God masqueraded in  
all His glory, telling me if I marry in 
Pinocchio's nose I'll be blessed.  

And every so often, the glorious blue sky will come  
down and wrap me like a hungry boa as I walk carefully, 
the nylon sun and the woolen clouds 
in my perforated pockets. 



      --jennifer crystal chien