What is wrong with luck?
I am one card away from winning
the attrition of engagement.
I want to kill my opponent,
throw him to the wolves.

Did relations between Japan
and China grow steadily worse?
Is sleet worse than rain, brittle,
shards piercing penumbras
of skin? Is cold worse than heat,

skin trembling like wind blowing
caterpillar fur, the multipoint
multi-legged inching toward defeat?
Is a wasp worse that a bee, the sting
of defeat repeating like a record stuck?

Is thinking of the worst worse
than thinking of the Katsura tree
in the fall, that sweet smell of sugars
spooled like cotton candy, enveloping?