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a supermarket in taipei

i love eating white girl salads with wooden chopsticks dug from the back of my cutlery drawer

there was an asian woman consulting romaine hearts this evening (i didn’t need any; had halfa heart waiting at home [capers, black olives, questionable carrots, cumin and lime dressing on the side])

she fretted as she compared squatted tossed in turn for as long as it took me to turn my ear screeching cart round to debate why some apples cost more

then i remembered

i couldn’t read chinese


only the small four digit code stickers still familiar;

my high school job punching these aligned with scales, streaming back like the icy blast of the parking lot automatic door opening opening more than closing

cuz it was always christmas in america

and these were rich people

who the fuck still wants fruit in their stocking?—ask if the crab meat is real and quit moaning about what kind of plum i presumed


behave


i wanted to speak chinese

so we could become lovers

lost forever

each armed with one chopstick

poking produce

pinching sense

making small brown spots

monumental in our choosing

weighing centers against the wilt

calculating limp, limbs rooted into each

akimbo is japanese is it not?

and the fuji apples are from where?

the american imports last the least

i’ll take you on the bus to the bourgeoisie

24 hour joint

with stinky cheese


climb in my sheets

leave the spoiling for tomorrow


a park

a spot subtropical:

first breezed in unwanted

cutting humidity with knife knees

searching while staying

where it’s been paved


a sunday gazebo filled

with unknowns

invitations and exchanges

uncomfortably gazing past—

there must be more like yourself


an old vietnamese blanket

added hopefully

to shape of foreign wrinkled sheets;

placing self then self-consciously

alone among a tribe


beneath since that time

pinned palm trees

your cooking & your cutlery,

a pile of books, homebrewed coffee,

strong speaker, same crimson and mustard woven blanket underneath


at peace

as one without your pack;

a few years and finally

memories overturn in day haze

gutteral gratitude, belly down on

yellow leaf peppered grass



taipei: a haibun

heavy, filthied silver and red panes run perpendicular to the slabs of city cement. christmas striped paths to lead the denizens in walking safely, always to the side. swaying gently above, but not against these rectangles of man-made stability and direction, are innumerable trailing droplets of lush green life. vines infinitely smaller than the once clear pipes terminating in never been white buckets, each lain in moldy snaking rows: clogging the bronchial tubes of the city, leaving her diurnally begging for clarity. greyscale gestates with the summer heat, swelling the corrugated passageways with hand-sewn nylon attempts at protection, the rhythmic ballooning and contracting, dampened unskilled hands running up and down, the sweat of the uninitiated streaming quicker.

wishing winds to whisper balance

each palpation assumes

a clean rinse