嫦娥, 别把新年念成想念

You still smile when you sing
closing your eyes to pretend
that the world isn't blinking below isn't far sometimes

you will sing that song about falling
into Earth's embrace like kissing cold
or caressing ground sometimes you will scream
happily to yourself

yell "新年快乐!" to hear your mom

to remember
Uncle's cigarette smoke and the illicit
白酒 in your throat can you taste it? your humidity

of breath the peppercorn grit like silence
or a spicy steamed fish

so you mash moon-rock against your throat
coughing to cough up fish bones sometimes you turn blue
against your fist to feel

your father's palm the collision of it
like shot glasses cusping season

but this is not your year to push
against the train station currents or carry
the heavy basket home

you can cry to hear the firecrackers
but you cannot regurgitate a season
you have already swallowed