Published in SETU / ISSN 2475-1359 / Bilingual monthly journal published from Pittsburgh, USA
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The other day
I went walking and stuffed three pebbles in my pocket
and it turns out they were two,
the third one was air.
Another day I do not know
how I ended up with the wrong pin number in an envelope,
rang wrong phone numbers, missed my room number,
lost my car number and I assumed I am not good with numbers
or wrong was too wrong for me;
but then when
somebody asked me my address
I remembered a road and a house
and that's it,
that’s all I have for today, close the curtains I said.
Next day, somebody said hi in a cafe,
late afternoon,
that somebody offered me coffee,
hot cold yellow black brown milk,
I said “just coffeee”.
I did not mean an extra e.
“Hi, your name?”
I said Mi-li and left.
Outside a house, by the road,
a door opened to a bell.
A lady rushed to me, saying
“Darling Ju”, and hugged me so hard
that my mind whirled back thinking
there was no pebble, but a bird,
its bones crushed in my net pocket;
and I didn't know what to do with its tongue
curled out to me like a pointy feeling,
but to emboss in words.
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