Midnight Market:
when old women have reclaimed
s(h)aved bamboo sticks for pineapple
cow carvings & stinky tofu
when only KTV lights
chase each other
& streetbulbs cased in plastic flowers
have dimmed to match sky
we lift up skin plastic bags
for our bazaars where fruit stands
& customers dropped them
we scrape mango from pits
banana from skin
throw flesh into vast sewers
that sometimes overflow
& drown our night metropolis
before we can return
to our daylight suburbs
imperfect finished walls
loose bric(k
