Title: xia yu

Author: Tze Ming Mok

In: Sport 29: Spring 2002

Publication details: Fergus Barrowman, October 2002

Part of: Sport

Keywords: Verse Literature

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xia yu

all the people in puddles
came down with
out their dialects. we
look at each
other in english.
tears crash everywhere.

page 65

‘My room is too small
this must mean it's time
to leave again.’ may rain
can't help but be
simultaneous
descending with its talk

colouring the background in
a million relief lines pointing
down, down. ‘I'm out of here
soon too it's too cold
out here soon.’ may rain
divides a million brief puns

into backroom talk
descending around, around.
‘I'm out of room may I
may I rain soon.’ no pause
in the fall of the
multilingual undress

babbling through its ears: xia yu! xia yu!
rain fall; down with
language

hear the crash everywhere
shaping the silence
of a lover who asks
without moving his mouth:
‘What did you put on your skin?
My tongue's gone numb.’