1893 Cyclone Damage at the Chinese Laundry

by Linette Lao

Hold the photograph close. The erasable space appears: you, nameless, hand on your hat, outside on the sidewalk. I saw your hand move. I saw your hat lift as you looked into the hole.

Did you know the hole would unfold? Boil the pockets. Soap the river. Your voice is your own. Use it to ask this counter-clock wind for an unremovable dream.

(Photo Credit Matt Callow)