Investigation of Things, unto Foolishness
I. Chair
Blink once
and the chair
starts talking to itself:
A tree that grew
crooked
was doing yoga.
A tree that grew
straight
ends up in IKEA.
Hey — this is no fairy tale.
Tomorrow
I will marry you off
to ten thousand
men’s and women’s
backsides,
and have you moonlight
as a cat-scratching post.
The bride price: eighty yuan.
II. Sink
Besides washing hands,
people wash feet,
mop-heads,
spit.
The situation is now critical —
it’s only a matter of time
before it muscles in
on the toilet’s ecological niche.
III. Pillow
My pillow-life —
in the most literal sense —
I can see the end of it at a glance.
One night,
when the drool invaded me again,
I resolved to commit seppuku.
In my imagination:
soft, white duck feathers
scattered across the floor.
But when I cut open the pillowcase,
inside was
polyester fiber