A mail posted to me from Australia
was missent to Osaka in Japan.
The same case. For a second time.
Last time they delivered it to Singapore.
It’s quite natural for me to fear
next time I’ll receive an Australian mail
via London, or Berlin, or New York,
or, more ridiculously,
via the Moon or Mars.
Now I tend to believe
the letter I’m sending to God
will go the other way round first
and bear the postmark of Hell.
Surely it will.
Liang Yujing grew up in China and currently lives in Wellington, New Zealand. His poems and translations have appeared in the US magazines, including Boston Review, Willow Springs, Los Angeles Review and Bellevue Literary Review, among others.