wind as dark
door crack as sleep
aloof and understand are rain
suddenly as seen
daze called bedroom
leak like the coastline
the body as quicksand poetry as ice
cat’s slightly but waterfowl’s time
the skirt shores
dotted line flames
fables splinter brackets wither
speckled senses’ senses
you are fog
I am a tavern
—Hsia Yu, trans. Pearl Hwang