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