another on-the-cludgy inspired poem
originally in Chinese
but the English translation came out much much better
shame, oh well
The year the clocks stopped
it’s five-to-two in the living room
I don’t know if it’s afternoon or after midnight
but it’s good to know
the clock is still right twice a day
it’s 6:36 when I go to the bathroom
Wang Chien-ming is a still Yankee
there are elections looming
but the toilet paper has run out
there is no clock in the kitchen
dishes pile ever higher in the sink
I make a pot of tea
but I don’t know why
it’s 8:05 on the motion-powered watch
beside the bed
beside the uncovered glass of water, reading glasses and unfinished novel
"do you still love me?” trapped inside the mosquito net
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