Your Name in My Lexicon Means Yes

By | 8 June 2020

Once, you talked to me on the phone,
I complained about the loud wind
obscuring your voice. You responded:
Baby, I can’t make the wind stop.

The creation of meanings
takes three steps: saying yes,
singing no, unbinding maybe,
and be understood, un-annotated.

My Cantonese knows no new slang.
Your plurality of languages,
body, eyes, fingers like lovers,
speak of unfeasible eras.

You called me petty, naive, dishonest,
too cultural and too self-aware.
I said the latest version of you
legitimises your superiority.

This entry was posted in HONG KONG and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Related work:

Comments are closed.