Taiwan days (no. 3)
i
In the mountains above the city
I emptied my heart under a stone in the forest
need I explain more
ii
beneath the wet neon shadows scooter ache
slick in the dark
while everything we imagined was lost in back alleyways
and the misbegotten language of rain
the absence and heresy set us free
ii
her breath fell frail beneath the weight of scissors
as death dangled out the window of winter
a lullaby boned in her throat
the recipe of words scribbled in the blue notebook at night
children’s bodies bent as saplings under the moon
until we were empty
iii
my heart scribbles into the days of you
what is left after
