中国大好き

Cong Rong
ONE DAY IN L.A.

Tofu, konjac, cauliflower
Whatever edible thing from the fridge
chuck it all in
into a hotpot,
tonight we are making sour soup fish,
every meal
like it’s our last supper.

Andy Warhol needs beauties
Edie needs the drug of love
I need to rip alive
an old yellow
onion peel
skinned, separated alive
from the next onion peel
no-one escapes separation
as we love one another through screens
wearing masks

Tonight
the cat bites off a prayer bead.
Master Chin Kung’s “Amitabha“
and Namie’s meows ring together in this apartment,
as if to say,
this cat must stumble, this cat becomes Buddha.

Translated by MW, April 2020

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