Scared to write poems
for you
in English, I frantically switch to Chinese:
我喜歡你
你叫什麼名字
你是漂亮
I know you know
what I'm saying, but I don't
know if you understand.
And I know you can't hear me,
but I do know you're listening, somewhere,
listening in Chinese
to me thinking in English
of what to say
in Chinese.
Nothing's lost, but found—
discovered,
I'm going to buy another car,
so I can drive to you across the ocean.
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