Irreverent
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Let their statues fill with dust,
while I rest my face on your shoulder
instead of cold stone feet.
I’ll light Cupid’s arrows
to attract your spirit,
instead of incense for the deities.
Slip through the sill, my sweet,
and let us frolic like mice
when the cat’s away.
We will run amok
on these days in November,
the month without gods.*
*The tenth lunar month (now November), after the harvest when the Japanese gods had done their duty, they left their local shrines for a bit of a vacation.
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Jackie Chou
Jackie Chou has published two collections of poetry, "The Sorceress" and "Finding My Heart in Love and Loss."
