OH BOY, 2019, Typewriter Poetry, 8.5 x 5.5 inches
This poetry about me and my dad. He passed when I was very young. He was very healthy at the age of 40s. One day he has a stroke. He hospitalized about two weeks and he passes away. A night that he died I dreamt about him that he’s cured and look very healthy, in the dream he told me “I’m coming home”. Next morning hospital called my mom that he passes last night. I guess in that dream was a goodbye. Love you dad.