And this is a longer prose poetry section,
and I'll just read a few excerpts.
"Adventures in Shangdu."
"Of Lucky Highrise Apartment 88.
The contractors were in a hurry to catch up
with the rest of the world, so they rushed off
before they finished building Highrise 88.
So here is my apartment without its last wall,
gaping out to a panoramic view of Shangdu's river.
Across the river, all the white-tiled factories
hum anxiously.
This hum of 2,000 factories can inspire or drive you mad.
Yesterday, a drunk man and a suicide
used 88's unencumbered views to fall to their deaths,
and now there are ads for new roommates.
I'm one of the few women who live alone in this building.
My last roommate married as quickly
as she moved in with me.
I see her in the neighborhood, pregnant and gloating, with men
who fetch her footstools."