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七封情书

The way it starts is the way it ends and I kiss you like the worst I’ve ever had is a paper cut. I dream of asking you out for coffee, watch the flowers grow in real time. You live above me so I stick stars on the ceiling. I’m hoping that they’ll help you sleep better.

24 October 2018
Polysporin

I found a tube
Half used and congealed in the cap.
I wore it overnight on the pimples I keep picking.

24 October 2018
MARY SHELLEY DIED FOR OUR SINS

I called her every Saturday morning, though, and played ‘Wuthering Heights’ by Kate Bush into the phone. I wouldn’t say anything, just play the song as soon as she answered and then hang up when it finished. I never did explain why and I think she hated it, but it became such a habit that she just answered every week without fail.

24 October 2018
My Chinese name is my middle name when I’m in Melbourne

我很感激我的父母for gracing
me with an English name, unlike some
peers who had to live by Rui Qi, Xian Yu.

24 October 2018
in utero waste

in these crumpled bricks of homes
holding whips of thoughts in domes
passed by ten thousand garden gnomes
fear is crawling in my bones

24 October 2018
new york poems

no more than drowned apostles,
or burnt moths.
you are simply a colour
i can never touch again.

24 October 2018
more than wedded to the house

(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.)

24 October 2018
It’s Just One of Those Things

You can remember when he used to sit there amongst the eucalyptus trees and the brown dirt. Coffee in that old white mug, words of some society or organisation faded from the ceramics and from your memory too. The air of your backyard entering his lungs becoming his heartbeat, slow and steady and sure.

24 October 2018
The Wall

The sky in the frog’s eyes
is only as big as the mouth of the well

24 October 2018
Micro Village

dry chamomile grinds between my toes
passing the skin of a goat hung proud
air perfumed by fresh leeks
stirred in warm water by an ancestor’s hand

24 October 2018
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