My pain is over there
A sky blue wooden lid presses on it
Wearing high heels covering my insteps and dark blue slacks
I try to open the pain below the lid
Between
The pain going near and the pain coming near
The footsteps
That I hear
Between
The force pressing down and the force lifting up
Stench and darkness
Flow out
The well below the lid was rotting
My pain below the lid
I put it exactly in the proper place where I live after death
And go up the stone steps following the scent of kaoliang flowers
A Covered Well 
