Thursday, August 20th, 2015, 23:20
Race down empty amazon Jonghua Road. Forestial
stretch, quieter than scooter’s corrugated roar.
Rip road, follicles collect fog. Go faster. Pretend
it’s Mission Impossible. Discuss direction.
Admit two. Expand roughly as 200 years pass.
Each ring tells a story. You are dewy, waxen,
free. Carve your name, here. Jaclyn
loves Jonghua. This route digs deepest.
Friday, June 5th, 2015, 12:04
Run up great grey Dashun Street. Terrestrial
fin, tender to locals. Scooter’s bang body
hugs road, neurons echo flight. Look back,
clock the damage. Go faster. Fear.
Pretend it’s Mission Impossible. Don’t let them
catch you. Wait a month. Dream of bumper
falling, screw snapping, traffic’s plasticity.
Grow anxious. Apply iodine. Swab and pay up.
Jacob stays silent. This route digs deepest.
Friday, June 19th, 2015, time unknown
Rally slant Lushan hairpins. Backseat.
Mountain lip, blue Suzuki 4×4 lisps. Don’t look
left––rocky rictus and river gape. Fatal drop,
accelerate, say nothing. The driver only speaks
Mandarin. It’s Mission Impossible. Drift left.
Octopus branches smash and snarl. Flip
three times and deal. Men become
birds, wordless. Tea fields carve your
love. Dig deep. Wear his pungent blood. •