To Dr. Wu. Safe Harbor. Waiting Passage.
Wait. Yr high collared jacket. Yr shadow face
wrapped like a newborn's bundle.
I know your heart is not as fragile
as sleeping youth, yours has the singularity
of someone cloven in two: Oh, Dr. Wu,
yr neurons fire too fast, yr off before
the good left inside of you can catch up.
Yr good parts loaded, fat with all those lies
you keep eating. Yes,I know, Dr. Wu,
it's not like you wanted to be so evil,
so unloving, so untrue. it's just
your evilness is more in shape,
to out run you? Isn't that right,
Dr. Wu? And now, a steamship? An escape?
What's in yr bag? Who will you write?
Yr potions, yr vials of oils and extracts.
That's what you smuggle, Dr. Wu?
Ways to poison a heart against another?
Ways to dispose yr jilted lover?
