US-1 New York, the Subway
I am in the wrong way
the first night in the subway
under much
Masculine stare
In Beijing, the subway is clean and bright but here
I feel like crawling
in the tunnels dug by moles
The coin phone remains the only
hope for rescue
I lost several quarters
before my trembling fingers
reached the cheap hotel
West 4. an accidental luck
sends me on my way
to a restful night
US-2 XXX
Browsing in an XXX shop
Bright opposite the bus terminal
I savor the openness
of America
Outside, men with big frame
Stand in silence
Casting nonchalant eye
On passers-by
US-3 Man Sleeping on Ground
I am no better than he is
who sleeps on the ground
behind the counter
waiting to be driven away
when business starts
I am killing my hours
late at night
at the New York bus terminal
sitting at a table
pretending to have eaten
some food
reading a newspaper
picked up from trash can
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Author:
Xiaobai Yulan (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2026 23:52
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Here are snapshots of an American country, not pretty but gritty. One by one layers peeled away
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