HUA XI
TWO SKIES
A bird flies from your poem to my poem.
It is looking for the idea of sky
which is the only thing
above my house.
How beautiful, the idea.
I like to think the winds blowing into my heart
come from somewhere
come from your heart.
That these ideas extend
like a sea of innocent grass
where our ambitions sprint
massively like horses.
I have great ambitions
when it comes
to the idea of home,
which is the direction my ugliness
always points in,
which is my excuse
for everything.
Maybe you can understand.
I like to think these things.
I do not know.
For all I know,
the sky
is a stone
tied to the very bottom
of the idea of flight.
Hua Xi is an artist and writer. Their poems have previously appeared in Electric Lit, Guernica and American Poetry Review.