Nanking and I, sitting on plastic

Laughter was heard but dutifully dismissed

"Cry for help," she scoffed

(Cry for help)

Once again she taught me how to listen


Four moments:

(After your breath stopped to wait for mine)

The movie played on,

Unaware of the uncomfortable sweat collecting in our thoughts


You were two minutes late

And maybe I was four hours early

It never mattered:

You had danced (with me) many times before.

The previous others smiled

Patted my back

 Wished me luck

Amongst the sighing,

I was the only one who remembered their names


Grandmother's mouth was full of needles


Hanging like slivers of saliva

Or maybe even tears?