In the spaces, there are images and recordings
playing thoughts and sounds
feeling spaces in my room
In the hallways
red sweaters
fill the crowded places
and I reach out alone
the drawers open to a light half lit
an Asian man
with his love-filled heart
and racist lines
And just to be safe
I hide beneath my sorrow
I want to go to places in the dark
I want to see stars and the glimmering arch
cobblestone walkways and 19th-century moldings
alone I walk
painting life with my hands
What do you make of the cul de sac in London?
With his big brown eyes?
Like my brown eyes
