in these lines there is nothing i want to unburden onto
the world

only a scene

as if one holds out a piece of chewing gum to a friend:

a ceiling cut into a starry sky

-

list of things i have been carrying
today:

1. memory of my beloved's face

2. an afternoon story
to tell my grandchildren

3. half torn wallet of ticket passes
& restaurant bills

-

the superpower i want to yield
is to shapeshift into every other person
you meet

-

the wind is as warm
as his voice over phone,

i am the leaves coming apart
in this wind.

carry me away to a place called
yours
later to call it mine.

-

"what you looking at?"

i ask to a packet of flour gaping outside the kitchen
window where the building terrace cuts into a triangle blue sky

— % &

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15/02/22

today feels like i am in love. 

it was a soft soft evening. cozy. 

maybe it was streetlight, maybe it was starbucks.
probably starbucks. 

cotton soft evening. slow sighed evening. highway
trees. feathery voiced jungkook saying only fools
fall for you in this dazy cab ride.


— % &

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in this universe

-

THIS DECEMBER IS A BUTTERED TOAST

you have the second bite of it as you watch the layer on your mint tea
glisten
and ruffle as you almost spill the cup over,

as the cup steadies itself
you bite into your buttered toast the third time
its saltiness spreading into relief, sugar crystals bitten down
then washed away by a sip of mint.

you take this morning memory on your metro ride
to work
knowing all things will be steadied.

this december is a buttered toast on tongue,
sugar crystals bitten down.

-

this is a love song i play
memorised
my fingers sing in places you sang last night

-

she watched your lovers written into grief,
into remembrances, into loneliness.

now she takes you into her night-dream hands, shaping you
in sounds of a winter dawn.
a winter dawn is just as dark
as a night
but with the lingering hope of a landscape breaking in
to light. later,

she wonders what kind of love had it been
for it to be turned into hope.

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