The burgundy leather diary
Was an actual book
Size, in the drab campus apartment
Geckos on the windows,
Necessary to build back morale
Like the composition of one’s own Little Red one.
The water must be boiled,
One goes out into the haze of the Sichuan sun
Past security, to grab a liter of Nongfu.
Under a romantic moon
The Yangtze snakes a gray reflective sheen,
Drinking games are conducted with the logic of martial arts.
The cocks on the roof crow when you’ve not even been to bed, bleary-eyed,
Though with a stomach full of unmercifully spicy fish hot pot
As May turned to June,
Why not risk the winding coach to Chongqing

With literally no idea where you’re going.