Natalie Fong Chun Min4 October 2016
Things that fall out of people’s purses call out to me, imploring to be returned to what they are (not done being), what they’re made for, who they used to be with.
wear the sun as a face mask,
as in what everyone else is doing,
but also do what you have to,
as in put what you are asked to do first
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will there be time to custom-make our age,
brand it with our initials and tie them
tight around our necks?
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(but all I think of is the discounted sunscreen I’ve bought,
whether it will be effective in shielding you from the heat of
anger, fear, contempt, love, pride and shame.)
the sky is your enemy’s
napkin, stitched together
by your forgiveness
Taking his place,
I sat the first time, eager, in pain,
numerous nurses cautioning me against
curiosity, but all I saw out the window
was a block of red bricks, a wall.
the telly has given its verdict:
the world is too big to be contained in its chest
and it cannot find a colour for its own blood
so what else but spirited away?
I kiss the bruise tender between sleep and poetry;
Slowly, a long sharp tusk of silence
lends itself floating –
The wind will read your palm like a dessert menu.
Your blood will be determined, though not by
letter but by norm.
a looming paternal voice holds grudgingly on my earlobe
migrate from this tightening hole.
sometimes you have to cradle it
A soul dances.
do you name your nature’s wealth?
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