Read Your Fate

    A world's disappearing.

    Little street，

    You were too narrow，

    Too much in the shade already.

    You had only one dog，

    One lone¹ child.

    You hid your biggest mirror，

    Your undressed lovers.

    Someone carted them off

    In an open truck.

    They were still naked， travelling

    On their sofa

    Over a darkening plain，

    Some unknown Kansas or Nebraska

    With a storm brewing².

    The woman opening a red umbrella

    In the truck. The boy

    And the dog running after them，

    As if after a rooster

    With its head chopped off.