On the fig tree, some half- ripe fruit have grown soft grey fuzz. It rained four days last week. * Coming back from the doctor, I buy a small bunch of yellow daisies for what I don't yet know. * We wipe out dates and fill in new ones on the dry erase calendar. I want to cure the Yixing teapot. * What to do with a memory of cruel mother? She sits in a wheelchair singing without concern. * A pink house perched on a hillside. The wind razors through floorboards. I have difficult pictures of home. * Rows of thin, dried fish bodies pressed in foil. I take them out of the refrigerator and inhale.