Wuhan Station

That evening we took a bath

and held each other in bed

a little longer. When the last,

slant of your face was gone, I was a train

traveling north China alone.



I want civil endings: let no lover ever leave me

at Wuhan Station in Hubei Province on a night

full of red neon and chaos, with bells and

chickens and no English, wishing me

love and good luck.