“Where I come from/ would I go back? If yes, reload me….” ~ Lo Kwa Mei-en
Every day I turn over
my little basket of change
and count how much is left.
In the closet, blouses I’ve yet
to wear: a glorious sunflower
yellow, a nubby linen like sand.
On the nightstand, stacks
of beautiful books.
Now I promise to use
instead of save. Now I am
a receptacle of promise. Today
is a good day to collect.