My heart lies
In the crowded streets of Shanghai
Squeezed by narrow alleys
Filled with small shops
Selling things from silk scarves
To plastic children’s toys
In a summer heat so humid
I complain to my waipo
While holding a plastic buzzing fan.
Nowadays,
Shanghai seems so far away
While I blow my nose in a tissue
Not as soft as the bedsheets
In waipo’s small condo
That had no air conditioner
Except for the slight breeze
Coming from an open window,
Embedded in a concrete playground
Reaching towards the sky.
It’s cold here,
And I miss you.
Thank you for reading this article by Angel Liang, our staff writer! Stay tuned for more works by Angel and our other writers in the future and read more about her here.