My house is blue, inside and out, and I
a purple mouse. The sea and sky are blue
I’ll miss these colors when I say goodbye
but most of all, my friends, this life, the light
on petals after rain, the music box
that sits outside the shops, the ticks of clocks,
and moths that wander with the ghosts at night.
I’m scared I’ll never feel this way again
without the days that know me well, that trust
in me, a little mouse, to try my best,
to take my pills, to swing my net, and when
I miss the bug I want to catch, adjust:
I gently water plants. I know I’m blessed.
Jiaqi Kang (21st century) Switzerland (currently studying in UK)
Source: Ghost City Press
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