Ask Me How I’m Doing

If you ask me how I’m doing
I’d tell you
I’m sitting in my empty
drinking wine
while listening to
and sewing the holes
in my clothes.

Taking EQ tests and scoring
lower then
I like.
Playing IQ games
and winning
“You’re a moron”
from the internet.

Looking up Kaddish
and Allen Ginsberg
so I can understand
Kaddish by
Allen Ginsberg.

Reading the
People’s History of The United States
while wondering how to teach
The Great Gatsby
to Chinese students.

One glass of wine spilled
to the ground
over my neglected
yoga mat
another glass of wine
and an empty bottle.
I’m half dressed
or naked
depending on how you
view life.

You ask me how I’m doing
as I shut the apartment
door to catch the bus
to buy a new bottle
of wine so I can hide
from the denizens
of Zhengzhou
and all the foreigners
that somehow
call this place

I watch the rain
mix with cement in soapy
bubbles from the dust
of destroyed cities as
the photos of my
recently deceased
mother stare at my empty
wine glass.
I’m coming back.

My glass waits till I return
Nothing else can get done
Nothing else will get done
There was nothing to do anyway
except to sew up the holes
in all of my black clothes.

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