But all Weng could think about was Cherry.

Night after night, he imagined sitting with her

at the kitchen table watching television.

Sometimes on Sunday he woke up very early.

Dressed in the dark.

Then sat on his bed until first light.

But he could not go to Tiantan Park.

Could not imagine dancing alone

like some of the grown men he had seen,

the ones who still lived with their parents

and couldn’t make eye contact.