Dan Nogawa
By Denver Ejem Torres
I learn that Dan Nogawa
Drinks. He drinks
Beer. He tells me beer.
I say lucky beer
Bottles. They, the bottles
Kiss Dan’s ah
Lips. Ah, his Japanese lips
Remind me of their flag’s
Centerpiece.
His lips are like teasing cotton candies,
Supple and sweet, yet just not for me.
His lips are for the lucky girl or girls
But not to someone like me.
Even I am not a Hindu,
I will believe in Life Two.
And if I shall be reborn,
I like to be a bottle,
A beer bottle held
In neck or body.
Then given kisses
And more kisses
By Dan’s ah lips as he drinks my beer.
I will wishnot to be
His lucky girl or woman though
Because that is different.
I will kill my love if so I wish.
That love is no longer mine,
My love that is queer they term.
This love is almost similar
To the love they all commonly know.
The difference only is I love Dan
But he cannot love me.
His mother tells him so, yes.
She is a control freak, harsh and
Unfair and at all times mincing.
To some, like me, us.
Her name is Society.
She’s a stage mother.
