greasing the beach ball

i do remember 

16 years ago

i remember drinking

acid rain i remember 

cloud seeding 

i the vacuous

blue winter 

shredded chicken

cooked in night oil

lettuce dangerously 

uighur biscuit

remember a broken 

string on the er hu

small phones fake 

and faker watches 

is fake real 

memory or an art 

shop by the university

for craypas ink

or the brushes 

of calligraphy 

that evaporate 

remember 

the pavement

greasing 

the beach ball 

tai chi at dawn

white flats with

gum soles

walking backwards

getting younger

remembering

more about puppies

in cardboard boxes

squash vines in

the parklet

on the balcony

with long eyelashes

of bamboo

and laundry lines

on a weathered

face so young