standing in line at an arabian fast food vendor

implanted into this city of new illusions
I’ve never done well at magic shows
so I can’t cover up the sleight of hand
I’m masking my excitement with.

central to all understanding of my being
has been the notion that I fit in
yet I do fit in, no really
In that ever-welcoming multidiversityethnicityculturalism

karma bites me when it stings the most
how easily desirable this lifestyle has become
but we know the chimera ends swiftly
Sunday, to be exact, when I boredly board for home