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Monkey King’s Immortality

The garden rustling / while it blazed

Poetry | Poetry Tuesday, poetry
April 25, 2023

Out in the hall, a monk

was masturbating, having first discovered 

hunger. The guests arrived

in silk robes. It was all like music 

for a wedding, pools glistening 

with baijiu and peach 

blossoms. The garden rustling 

while it blazed. Shyly I licked 

the fuzzy underside. 

How boyish the evening felt. 

The wet pit I held in my hand.