Define pain: a lonely ghost
A thousand cuts into the heart
A beast chews off the limb to get off the trap
You shouldn’t feel hurt, he said
It’s just a handshake, a business transaction
Nothing personal when I buy girls in Amsterdam
I have forfeited my power
I’ve let myself down
Teng — ?: sick over winter
Who can describe pain—the most private from grief, trauma, anguish?
Who can cross the bridge to reach another’s sorrow?
The fire is chasing the forest
Biting the night with a screeching joy
I’m your forest
When the last tree is down
You’ll have nothing to hang
Tong ?: sorrow to the heart’s content
Energy to move us into another ether
I’ve been there
Between the teeth of agony
Wondering how long I could go on
How many limbs I must lose to live
In the storm the copper heart churns and churns
Trust the sword, said Sensei
To cut, you must have faith
In the blade
I’ve been to hell and back
From the braided river
I hear the cranes
— a wing span of three thousand miles —
Mexico and Siberia on each side
A gift–on the tip of my tongue
by Wang Ping
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