Midnight Market:

        when old women have reclaimed

 s(h)aved bamboo sticks for pineapple

  cow carvings & stinky tofu

when only KTV lights

               chase each other

& streetbulbs cased in plastic flowers

have dimmed to match sky

                we lift up skin plastic bags

                for our bazaars where fruit stands

& customers dropped them

                             we scrape mango from pits

                                       banana from skin

     throw flesh into vast sewers

                                  that sometimes overflow

                                   & drown our night metropolis

                                    before we can return

            to our daylight suburbs

                                    imperfect finished walls

                                                loose  bric(k