they
cut out
half of his inside
filling him
with the chemicals, the pain...
she pounds the table, I want...
I
wake
from the Taiwanese song
mother hummed
decades ago—
autumn rains on the roof
moonlight
spills over her body
once again
my fingers follow
her curve into dawn
Ozymandias…
in wind-blown sand
I write my poem
where it's read, revised
and then erased