The garden rustling / while it blazed
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.