From Tropic to London

The Moment I Stopped

i was about was 6, making dumplings for, my father
just came out of kitchen
happy new year! papa
he was scissoring a tharm of a pig
using the same hands collecting dumplings
into a pan
how dare you! then he shouted at my mom

14, i lay in a bed, legs opened
inside a sickroom, caged in a cage
begged a policewoman
for a piece of tissue
she, was chatting with her wan face assistant
about her newborn baby
he cries loudly like a bull

27, i took a trip to visit my grandpapa’s graveyard
left some chinese wine
the veins of the wine disappear into the soil
like the railways spread out, behind me

once upon a time
a mermaid dances on her sharp bones
for a prince
all of the sudden she stops,
she stabs a dagger into his fiancee’s
lovely silky heart, fuck you!!
48seconds，78shots, no bubbles
i was 33, in Saigon,somewhere close to the red light district
about going to sleep

in a massage room of london
i helped a half humpback
to dress his sock
while my eyes mirroring his deformity
he turned his head at me
how old are you?
36
i can give you 50qui

my lover gave me a gun
then i left him
i did not kill myself
when i stared at the tiny spots of the new year sun
the moment, i stopped