Of Red Bean, Ashes, and Jasmine Rice

i.

dear waipo. i am searching

your hands

buried, incense, jasmine rice

mouse steals the oil.

still small, my fingers cannot 　　　　　　　　　　　　 hold

the universe like yours. jasmine rice

tumbles

onto

hollow 　　　　　　　　 　　　　　 concrete kitchen floor.

ii.

badenweiler-marsch.

waipo, the stairwell in your house is

unwinding.

gray. there are paper diamonds 　　 　　tatters

of ‘upside-down fortune’ on gray walls and

neverending

floors.