I try out
the word English writer
in my Chinese mouth
several times ...
this bittersweet taste
I write poetry in the music of a language not natural to me. I am frustrated by my slow progress, but sometimes feel good about this hard fact: writing is the only thing I can do with my immigrant life here and manipulate it in the way I desire. When I stay drunk on writing, reality cannot destroy me.
at the gun-mouth
of time’s barrel
I write --
I live for myself
by myself
Whispers, October 11, 2014
