Thermometer, watch–on the bedside stand.
I take my temperature as I can, while time
flies out of the window, coils sprung, hours
quiver. Mercury soars, then scatters to land.
A full banquet. A huge dose of weijin:
is MSG the noose at my throat?
My head reels, beats like a heart.
I shudder with chills, or is it I’m hot?
Now the bed shakes, a flexing of Titans.
The shell of the planet crazes with guns.
A surge of people, the whole world awakens,
for blood spills again. Shots at Tiananmen.