I suppose I could become a wave in the night. They come in, rocks and tide, ripping the sand and following the wind.
I suppose I could become like my Chinese name. It means “joy”, but who knows what that really is anyways?
I suppose I could become like Carl Sandburg’s fog. sitting on my silent haunches. Coming in on little cat feet.
“And I became fierce like a lion
Then tender like the evening star.”
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