His hello was the end of her endings,
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle.
His hand would be hers to hold forever,
His forever was as simple as her smile.

An ocean couldn’t prevent it.
A New York minute wouldn’t let it pass.
Does the universe decide for us,
Which love will fade and which will last.

He said she was what was missing.
She said she instantly knew.
She was a question to be answered.
And his answer was “I do.”


SATC carrie bradshaw
the wedding poem.

we greeted each other with our averting eyes
and you stood by the doorway
with a mug in your hand
drinking your coffee
black, that's the way i like things

and sitting beside me now, with a whispered palm
we dance like protection would feel, the type against a windstorm
or a windshield, perhaps.

yoga class again.


Morning Poem

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it

the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging ---

there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---

each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,

whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.

Mary Oliver

加油

jia you.
my tears spill and i say,
a friend told me that one day, i will run out of tears.

i hope it happens soon.

my fingers brush over tinsel
the texture surprising your lips

i think about how it might be that you were in prison once

i think about how you interpret it when i say your skin smells like rain

I watched the gold paint on the ceiling.
the minutes sweating out from the air,
the Metro bus passing every 15 minutes or so. or at least it seemed like it.

i could feel the wetness of the Houston day, seeping into (out of) the hardwood floors.

my toes gripped the ground
my mind gripped you.


First Lesson


Lie back daughter, let your head
be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
Gently, and I will hold you. Spread
your arms wide, lie out on the stream
and look high at the gulls. A dead-
man's float is face down. You will dive
and swim soon enough where this tidewater
ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe
me, when you tire on the long thrash
to your island, lie up, and survive.
As you float now, where I held you
and let go, remember when fear
cramps your heart what I told you:
lie gently and wide to the light-year
stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you.

Philip Booth

some people always make you feel lonely
when you are with them

some people always make you feel lonely
so you want to go back to them