Still Fragrance

translated by PLS

Horizon binds you. Burning with pigments

deluding you, so you won’t become too involved. Above me

oranges still apprehending the decay of today

(pause, for at least thirty minutes)

Moving back and forth on Xiushi Road, abandoned

illusions utterly confusing. Confidantes one after another

identified me: uterus intentionally prolapses.

moist baby

should not walk carrying herself on the back

The further you watch, the more inflated it is. Bells

grew a pair of hollow breasts. Devoted mother sucking

us

into sweet

birds, into evolving lanterns.