Ring ring the cat rings-
Like spider on the bathroom wall
He rings two times a day
Like a rain, like a tan
Like hidden bikini bridge
Legs like mermaid's, hair silver, eyes like shells
Swinging mood, jazzy tummy and warm wounds
Sleepy cups of coffee, sad iced tea and lemons
Where the heart is; a home
My chest is a home, a home I cannot live in
Cold air at night; cloudy night, shy stars
Sneezing God bless you, nails grow long like face
Haunted light, lonely melodica misses wind
Laying on the road, broken traffic light
Ribs trapping
Butterflies crying
Withering cream hibiscus, they want red, red like tongue
Awkward knocks do not feel like home
I wish of more cliches than empty
I wish of more fire, I wish of more stars--
Oh was that really the same sky, the same moon and sun as before?

Because my fingers are too
alien, just like how toenails on tulips
facing the clear, bright blue sky.

It is too easy to smile.

Because my fingers are now
a stranger's, just like the dead cells from my cheeks
I left on the road.

I only need more, more, more lamps and
clocks. Tick, tick. Tick.
I want to tick too.
Like a bomb.

Sometimes hair grows like sunflowers
just like how the brain
becomes soil.
You can find a worm or two,
thank them they make it fertile.

I am sleeping with my eyes open,
I'll let them dry. Let them dry
and make them your bookmark.

Just leave me
at your favorite part
so you can have a reason
to not come back.

The time is too
precious.
Just give it to any else-

this losing is not
on purpose.

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new

Whose name you meditate --
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.

i see you everywhere
borrowing the faces of strangers'
i see you in the trees, the birds,
in the eyes of children
and in the national flags
i hear your voice within the core
of our national anthem
i hear you in the birds' chirps
in their eggs crack open
and even when the wind doesn't blow
i can hear it singing your vocal fold
in the flowers that aren't yet fully bloomed
i see you, i hear you, i feel you
in everything that grows
in everything that is dying for new lives
in everything, alive or dead, good or bad
just like today, the bad sound system produces
the sweetest sound ever
because i can see you on the stage
i can see you everywhere
i do see you everywhere, and you are always
borrowing the faces of strangers'

For Sylvia Plath.*

The April gushes were all over my face
For a moment, to come back
Anytime they like;
Next month, or next blink

In my subtropical 1811
Seasons do not really matter
Though I have a calendar
Curled up in my insides

It has all the dates
Of the infamous April
Since decades ago
Your February 11

Is permanently a holy day ---
I am sorry I have never been
So religious before
But I believe in you

I believe in you like birds in their wings --
I keep my faith as wet
As the wet towels, until now still soaked
In tears for your dear head ---

O blonde thing!
When I first met you
I didn't understand
Why people built shrines and statues

Why people prayed to you
Why your name erased their fears
Why they cried when they heard your voice ---
O funny duchess!

When I first met you
I thought you had
Really hoped to be horizontal
I didn't know that you were, you are

The horizon ---
I went to the sea and all I could see was you
And I can't stop thinking that you are
The blood this heart is pumping --

O tiny mother!
My horizontal lady!
You died before I had time ---
How I wish I could kiss you

A Judas kiss!
O sweet Lazarus!
My lioness!
The gas has ran out

The ovens are turned off
You are no longer a kitchen girl
My minerals, motherly love!
You can lie back now ----

vi.

A cry for help
to the dead

They can't hear
so it's okay