Saturday, February 1, 2014

Louise Bak!


by Louise Bak

air smell washed, sidewalk's shipping crate's uncollected newspaper's
high-ranking officials. a forecourt photo's tousled abbey blouse in the
cart's overstretched stocking of uncollected tea. a news portal's picked
out simpler juk syun for "disgusting,"
zip maai, broke up with slowed
forward, fingers indenting flat yoke of a dress, at palm molding's atta,
at x eyes, worsted on lops around its hem. 5:15 a.m. cheep from leaf-

crumbled clump, green "pass" certificate more rigidly vertical than a
sandwich board's "destiny reform" skill. stripped up sleeve as part of
sock runs down from knee, wind's whup of glass panel set in wall, at
a cricket in a see-through tube, crosses into wet dab of cotton, where
it drinks. glancing across small hexagonal mirrors, i-ching coins, the
dry-pivot needle at centre of a diviner's board, its line for north-south
dire, hooded by a lock charm. inscription of tian chang's perpetuality

is worn, as waxing moon, flat-bottomed clouds rolled, when lurched
off, a watch's claymore sword style hands, to inside of hand by egely
wheel, glass-boxed. surrounded with more of palm, sighed sensation
to clockwise flit, tensed legs respread at quavered turn, to more brisk
mincing on a redox ring. slid at fifth finger's dip joint, cocked doubt-
fully, at contrition and defiance of a mayor, caught by cp24 reporter's
“but … i … i …” appallingly told to newsroom, while uhn shrugged,
that at least not toronto sensible, to pieds-à-terre towers underway, to
go up to 915 ft, perks of built-in speakers, forced-air heating, but the
scratches on some velux windows to overlook side elevation deemed
"those grandmas, thinned by the first week." bumptious timbre on
, to hurt the sale of units, remarking the walked direction at a few
khata scarves, that the ring musn't stay on a finger without movement.

advancing warm front curdled the surface pitting of pomes, in swelter
formed within packages. separated husks of roasted watermelon seeds
from seizes of gold premolars, that handed over from long bus back, a
bottle's semi-cola-colored water swished, bent stiffly, in heard versing
a younger generation's "can give just 10 (or whatever) hours for free.``
by a stairwell's tarpaulin, slither of alu foil paper, where the extension
ladder weighted it, leaking "hiraeth," at blown sauveteur sticker, stuck
on cigarette butts on steps, to more metallic candy wrappers, cornering
the entrance. tpl tee still draped on boxes stacked against the wall, from
hardly picked detritus of a branch's vhs titles. lust for life's outstretched
razor on cobbled path, in static-lined chase. sticking drawer opened for
twist-tied villous amomum fruit, pericarps' longitudinal cracks marked,
in which negatives were under such compression, that some coursed to

floor and off a bowl of liang pi's starch paste formed at the bottom of it,
water risen to the top, cupped with a polymer note of 100 yuan, china's
century temple on its backside dampened more, from lain on boxed rice
and in way of slammed gemel bottle, blots ambroxan, like pervading of
men's aisles. tongue's stagger to inside of cheek, to noodles-thickness as
a pen's coating, braided and lashed on a table, without arresting forward
motion, ungained run skips. cordoned outside, steps' cascading of blood,
after stabbed female, without vital signs taken to hospital, relayed by the
entering of road restrictions and area resurfacing on a keyboard. the okay
asked in writing, so it could be known what to be meted, while a queased
quiet, ambled crossing a tank's sanddab. its maxillary reaching below the
anterior part of a lower eye, reported borne franticly, splashes from cloth.
bony ridge mid eyes, twained on one side, cam border's hanged seriatum

zip maai, conceal, bury (Cantonese)
tian chang in phrase tian chang di jiu, everlasting
ga yull, (to add oil) - to cheer someone on by saying "go, go go"!
hiraeth, homesickness (Welsh)
liang pi, literally ``cold skin,`` a noodl- like Chinese dish

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