in Manchuria

not to worry, obaasan, the doorknobs clean themselves. ready for 1910, or 2003, or 2020. the mongols are visiting again. untouched by glaciers, but from the loess, one can grow towers to watch the plateau. they need to be fed every forty five years. boats docked, ready for transpacific space flight. everybody loves puppets. the japanese are visiting again. once again, caught between russia and japan. next month, the russians will visit, too. my lola says, it’s not so bad to be so desired. korean ginseng was an important tribute during the chosun period, to local government officers. as soon as the ginseng were old enough to be children, they left without packing their bags. i, too, ran away from home once. don’t say such things next time. dream of me there, and i am there. it’s jazz and tango for ten years. that’s where papa learned it. some people think about how to outgrow japaneseness. the jurchens are visiting again. it was during the period of manchu ascendancy that the chinese were able to enter the area. sometimes it misses the quaternary. listen and you will hear the dust from Kunlun, or the Gobi. imperial rule gives way to the republic. an iron fist is often required for unification. everybody wants unification. mama had thoughts of running away with me. what are you talking about? the seasons have always been this extreme. the siberian high is visiting again. it leaves banana leaves in the courtyard, if you accent on the five. buried in the north china craton, the unconformity between the archaean basement and the paleoproterozoic. the united states continues to supply arms. matixiu cuffs can connect the hands to 5G under harsh conditions. my father romanized my name after Cy Coleman. i said i prefer Art Tatum’s style. not for the runs, but for his sense of time. or, some people would say, lack thereof. the Lüliang Ocean closed for business. pa, i, too, am tired of cyclic harmonic progressions. unengrave my name from the cairn. under the custody of the japanese government, obaasan died. the concept of me was unborn.

in Manchuria, we can disappear.