window

kam tin . 2008

moving again. i tell windows.

blue curtain, what's behind you?
an old woman. sitting in front of door. washing vegetables. green.
overseas maids. dancing in the weekend. what means to you of the gathering? do you miss home?

ruin houses. shit. cats. barking dogs. worms.

ant finally occupy my water jar.
children. do you know you are different from those in the city. it tells from your dirty faces.

the writer. passes by. his face reflected.