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