Wuhan Station

That evening we took a bath
and held each other in bed
a little longer. When the last,
slant of your face was gone, I was a train
traveling north China alone.

I want civil endings: let no lover ever leave me
at Wuhan Station in Hubei Province on a night
full of red neon and chaos, with bells and
chickens and no English, wishing me
love and good luck.