I've been sitting in the archives basement of Mills library today reading Jim Wong-Chu's book of poetry, Chinatown Ghosts, and came across this wicked awesome poem.
tickles
pretty anna
a sweet fourteen
flutters in and out
of the party
detonating armpits
spiriting her cache out the back
a flock of friends in tow
she riots the stolen laughter
into the waiting air
meanwhile
inside the house
uncle bing
the family clown
begs laughter by balancing
ice cubes from his rum and coke
on his red nose
as she enters
their eyes exchange chuckles
not missing a beat
she cruises on
her terrorist fingers seeking
