You say a cold face
is an infected face.
But I smile to show.
And wait patiently in line
just like everybody else.
Writing on the absurd,
I have an armada of words.
Much more than the
‘The Ten Worries’ of Master Liu.
“Where are you really from?
You asked me.
I think I will write
myself into an oblivion.
And make soup and tea
to heal my body.