by Max Kwoa
Hope and despair around Tengger (or Tenggeli) desert and Zhongwei's bustling night market.
Cheap shaved ice, light-red sweetness melting through me.
Neons around, flashing skirt slits lurking above.
[a trade ~ a minute]
Hours seeding, watering ocher soil with sweat.
Sipping all, up until... all dries to dust.
Kwoa's ~naive~ world trip