Ars Poetica: Aniospermae or Magnoliophyta
On the first day, they couldn't pronounce my name, pRose
Their eyes drifted from the chalkboard
and gazed through the windows
(or, a square cut in the wall)
to topiary and tumbleweeds
As their bright eyes stared for introduction
I told them to call me magnolia.
But I was there
and they were there
and we were there
and they understood
and we understood
Bai Chen squinted, perplexed with his translator.
He entered our world.
it's not//i barely
hear you say my name -- it's just
the fact you say it.
loss of all the possibilities
your shy eyes glittered
with hope from my far away smile
yeah. i missed the glance.