— for every grandmother
I’ve grown to an age of farewell
As a dweller who makes up things to look forward to
Smartly excludes or includes necessary rhymes
Of the unimaginable part of ‘growing up,
Losing everything and everybody’
Sorry. I wrinkled someone’s touch
On my forehead, finally sealed
There my Queen of Cups steps down
Last minutes of the full moon toll quietly
I don’t know what’s needed for a prolonged breath
I don’t know why -
I once saw my people holding out small flames
And their own exhaling took all of them
2023.09
Hong Kong