more than ever
1 am in my mom's kitchen
the window's open,
still smoky inside.
a mango i plan to eat for breakfast lies next to me.
a pack of wild rice i plan to take back with me to tokyo too.
moving more than ever,
still stuck.
i'm making preparations for so many small things
but not for myself.
i feel like it's easy to move your body from place to place.
but i think i lost my mind somewhere,
maybe at the airport in shanghai.
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