Mind you I might be doing the opposite.
I might live evenings as days
just to watch you,
and always refuse closing my eyes
Mind you I might handle a wedding like a funeral.
making everyone cry.
I might bury them in the fragrance of Flos Albiziae,
so that they don't shed other tears.
Mind you I might decay in advance
and have hidden the preservatives.
I am no longer eager to be filled up,
but rather be emptied
constantly, a little bit each day,
About the author:
Yi Mi Yi is the author of the poetry collections No Place to Place and 100 Poems by Yi Mi Yi. Her works appear in major Chinese literature magazines Changjiang Literature, Poetry Periodical, Chinese Poetry and Poetry Dynasty, etc.