all night long I watch the traffic lights change,
and I listen for the coming of ice.
the police come and pet my hair.
day comes with watery shadows on the white walls
it comes with orange juice
rice taped into a diary
and the pale moments of tenderness with the cat.
but still every week I dream I lose my teeth
standing at a pay phone
and still there are those long dead weeds
at the freight yard
where I sit in my wheelchair
pulsing with the speech of steel.
Su Zi is a poet/writer and artist/printmaker and edits, designs and constructs the eco-feminist poetry chapbook series Red Mare.