That’s Love
In a drizzle, windows in the housing estate light up one by one
He drags his weary body home
to enjoy dinner
in her endless scolding
not knowing
that is love
Oyster
Divorced for years, she looks elegantly cold and solitary, like
a snowflake on a shriveled branch. But her middle-aged lust
resembles more and more a fresh oyster, as if
only recurring ravage could reactivate her.