love is better than sex
said the Chinese old lady
cramming a bunch of incense sticks into a dark-green bottle
her small fatty hands
sweaty and rosy like two newborn piglets
moving nervously
of course she was talking
about the two fake fragrance oil vials
in front of me
both pink and labeled accordingly
good for massage too she said
I see
I live alone how should I be able
to massage myself
her oblique eyes closed into a naughty smile whispering
however nothing is better than orgasm
pointing to a small yellow vial with a cloudy content
yeah who doesn’t want a good orgasm
I responded in jest
I was actually looking for some good oolong tea
I see
not today but we have new buddhas
and a fresh batch of pangolin scales
very good for old age