The day flows past the newspaper spreads I leave unread
crammed with words, a surfeit of images
Whenever I forget what I was about to say, even what I do speak
is wiped from memory
Isn’t it funny how some days are given titles
all hanging there in eternity
What did you expect
Every language is really a goodbye
Every language is a manifold despair
Innocence is too big for your mouth
China consumes small bodies
every time you buy its goods
Yes, you dreamed of a universe
Life is Made in China
I’m silent as a classroom mid-exam
There was something I forgot
or was too shy to share
In my heart there is a dark and vaulted well
How crowded I am on the outside
how deserted within