Aiden Heung

ORDER

I watch her bowing like a folded

crane on the street, where the dark

of night crushes like lead; I’ve never


known how much of a body can bend,

but she pulls herself down

till her head bangs on her greasy pants.


I think I hear the universe cracking.

Her right leg, short of a foot,

dangles and naked to the thigh.


Beside her, a bowl, gazing like hunger.

Her weight, a bizarre terrestrial

globe that tilts into a world


I can’t map. Around us, Shanghai

keeps reeling to the glamorous,

glorious in its own way. I’d love


to bring her a handful of this city,

and cross the street that cuts me off

like an unnecessary gesture. Red light


beeps, policing the traffic. Order

maintained like a fist I must remember.

When traffic light greens air


like hope, I start to march, a man

with a purpose, but she packs

her bowl and several coins therein


with a tattered scarf, her walking stick

stiff with rust.

Aiden Heung is a Chinese poet born and raised in Muli Tibetan Autonomous Town, Liangshan Yi Autonomus Prefecture, on the edge of the great Tibetan Plateau. He now lives in Shanghai, where he works as a paint and coating salesman 

His poems written in English have appeared in The Australian Poetry Journal, The Missouri Review, Orison Anthology, Parentheses, Crazyhorse, Black Warrior Review among other places. He also translates poetry from Chinese to English, his translations were recently published in Columbia Journal and Cordite Poetry Review... Full Profile