Writer's Block

The USA is the place I was born. Canada is the place I was raised. Taiwan is the place in my heart.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

a whisper in my ear
as you pass
they are not words I'd like to hear
you walked right past me without losing a step
but the words linger
I say nothing as I hasten my step
and wrap my coat
tightly around my body
as if to cover up
after having been stripped
by the prying eyes of a stranger
in broad daylight
on a busy New York street
with no witnesses
but your conscience
and my memory

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