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Sunday, January 23, 2005


   hellos
i was up until 12:30 last night! i was writing a poem and reading a very lemon HxK that Yuki-sama sent me (which i loved by the way, Yuki! it was awesome!) but since mom's friend is over i got to sleep in. They're out at Marie Calendar's right now having brunch. which gives ME more time for Net! yay! So yeah, here's the poem i wrote. Ching, remember when you asked me if i was okay about being at the Chinese graves? well, what i was doing was i was thinking of this. i was inspired. woo

Foreigner

Being here feels so
weird.
I am
the only American
in this group of Chinese,
visiting Chinese graves.

I stare at the symbols
recognizing only certain
Chinese numbers.
But there is "yama" and "long"
(though in Japanese, it is "ryu")

They light incense and candles,
putting out flowers and food.

A bowl has a fire in it,
and we throw in napkin-shaped
paper and money.

What does the
paper signify?
Is it for the
person
to write on
up there?

They bow their hands
one, two, three.
I watch them and feel
so foreign.

They are Buddhist;
I am Christian.
How do you honor
their dead?

I bow my head,
and pray the Christian way.

As we freeze on this
January day,
we are offered hard-boiled eggs
and Chinese pie,
which tastes good
after a few bites.

As I prayed, she says,
"they say it's good
to make a wish,
and it may bring
good luck."

Too bad I didn't wish.


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