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補 / Mend
By Eric Yip


Stitch by stitch he got

the hang of it – the gash

in his jeans constricted,

sealed into a pair of lips.


To be repaired, the fabric

must endure incision, bear


the needle’s see-saw rhythm

of mend and hurt. A continent


away, a father rubs ointment

into swollen knees. Tries


supplements, surgeries. Finally,

he phones his son, fibres of light

weaved underseas, just to hear

the hello he hasn’t heard in years.

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