there is comfort in sorrow here
I postpone it the longer the better
time flies, time hides
I was once here and then it ended
this is unfortunate when it does not end
next comes our surroundings, and especially love…
but it ends
what is that I calculate, no matter what
I would have decided
experience can only be bizarre and eccentric as I let it
when I place there in the dim, warm room
used up and exposed
are you comfortable now at your skin?
let me live and with my sorrow
celebrate cocktails at a wild Frenchman’s dinner will make us have horns
subway delays
snow panics
and emergency flights outside the city rise our fears
—Hsia Yu, trans. Pearl Hwang