She wrote to me
It’s still vivid, like a bird
So celebrate when you feel
the tears of the oppressed
Your mother told me
I think of you, I think of you
more than you love me
One poem read…
Fractured bones, a hole in the heart
It’s because their sad cries…
A TIME FOR LOVE
and then come back north
Epilepsy, almost blind
Please open your eyes
Why do seagulls wake me from my dream?
She left days ago
I couldn’t help shedding tears
The photos.
when you’re honest to yourself
ONE MONTH LATER
My name is August
for marriage…
…pierce my heart
…and sink it that way
With all that has passed
May rest, such cruel sound