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.