YuHeng's blog

hot, blistering, cold air

down to the beach.

Dumplings.

dumplings. Tibetan.

Cold air

Forgot my wallet

Shopping.

Best dinner in some time.

there were three of us.

The moon

you and me.

The road continues

everything is black

the pebbles, ruts, weeds, mercury-vapor lamps, the man on the street, sleeping, ambulances–sirens.

Then the mud and the ants that overflow the pomegranate–the ivory teeth of blood

Where is Odysseus? The sun overflows. The horizon bleeds a blood-red dawn.