Su-Yee Lin

Somewhere New

In the S

            Hotel, the gray

of bricks greet you

and sometimes pebbles

                   rain

onto white desk and wood

                              paneled floor

I put flowers

in water

glasses, brighten

my sink

                      but

they knock against

the mirror

birds

of paradise      leaning in the corner

like boxers on break

The drain clears

its throat of water

Pounding overhead

and the train below

Pretend you are

                                                                                          able

pretend to

         be

                   long

for a space

less sanitized

like those outside

                       loogies underfoot

streaks of mysterious

liquid

        the glow from across the river

shimmers; dream city

only a mirage

the metro moves us and the

next day we are

somewhere

new.