A smaller commitment or, lucky bitch, as they say, in Taiwanese

The models who sell betel in the country booths where the trees, mosquitos swayed

At 8, I knew our life was its own movie

That’s what’s become of her land of exiles

Fending geese, a twentieth century fox era of never sudden geese

Momma’s favorite lullaby?

Ashes ashes we all fall down, always, to the core

A heart hung on a butcher’s hook, or, heartache, as they say in Mandarin

Someone, someone’s child, some child’s sliding down a banister and another, her sister, is flinging herself over the railing

What is she saying? I can’t understand her, through that thick, thick accent, and you have her pinholed, your daughter begs you to switch her to another Girl Scout troop,
she has a friend now

There is nothing braver than a child This is not a trapeze act This does not become a trapeze act until a little bit later…

Is there something that draws us here? together?

To crumble or melt, like a chocolatiers’ predilection, and you know, the Chinese despise chocolate