Last street light at the end of the century
26 3月 2023

A wound gives off its own light

surgeons say

if all the lamps in the house were turned out

you could dress this wound

by what shines from it

on the last day of this century

I met a woman in a black dust coat

She stands there, look like a street lamp

It is a street lamp on a cloudy day

lighted up a shape of the twilight

When I walked by her side

under her coat

i saw

a shiny feather

if this is the end of the tomorrow

she said

Would you like to have a hug?

The screaming of the underground covered her voice 

 submerged by the waves

she hugged me with a whisper

if all the marginalized people embracing together

 they can illuminate the dark of this world’