Nothing But a Foe

Painting of “Story of a Girl and Crane” (2015) by Hu Jundi

For all the pulchritudes in the sphere, there’s nothing like my Emilia in a night dress;

Bitter, teaser, all of hers are sugar.

Her half-priced perfume still lingers, and O’ what would I do without her?

Slither-slither, tight-lipped — and for all the affections in the sphere, I’m the one who knows it well.

But my Emilia, wistfully, foresees me as a foe — as I fondle her from head to toe.

Days turn to nights, in that mild sunny season;

And with mourn, I crucified my Emilia as I walked her down the aisle.

There’s nothing like me and my Emilia, as she murmurs the things that she could not utter from the day one;

“You’re not my father, never did, and never will”