Could It Be You?

Design by Anasthasia Shilov

In the night, your strange figure

Quivers along the narrow street

Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram

perque domos Ditis vacuas. 

Ghostly yellow hair.

In the supermarket, a desperate search

“Do you have olives 

For my lover?”

My hunt no longer sacred under white lights.

That oddly spoken word—

Lime-green olives 

Preserved from a distant world.

Morita Doji spins

Obscured by round sunglasses

In the alleyway music shop

Musky and damp and dark

Cardboard stacked under shelves

Soft dusky Taipei,

The owner asks

If I live here.

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