for a split second, and maybe only with eyes closed,

new york today sounds of hong kong in 2008

a constant, unattributable hum of machinery in the distance – 

“We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.”(Louise Glück)

– could it be a double decker bus headed for Wanchai, pulling onto an overpass?

and in this delusion, with my weight on this ikea office chair, could there be a seatbelt, 

and might my grandpa buckle mine for me, leaving his unused

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