stories make me feel so dreamy.

in a few weeks, i hope to be standing
somewhere along the yellow river,
bordering inner mongolia,
in the abandoned village of jia jia gou or zhang jia tan.

parents/grandparents
lived such different lives.

i'm 19,
i scooter to feed someone's cat
while they are on vacation
in san francisco.

when my grandma was 19,
she was a volunteer nurse, running across fields
in n.korea ducking from bombs
dropping from [american] planes.