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Of Red Bean, Ashes, and Jasmine Rice

Updated: Apr 2

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.