Touya
From the corner of my eye I take out the stars crush each new flame into a thousand embers
Purple pits and spoiled stitches answer the glare, repeat the blank stare I keep stomp out each trace of contested traits Swarm the gleam in my own eye and spit out the sight Open the shrine sever that plaque and burn me. Somewhere I am a star bent in the alley way above the boy crying as the lights were blown out at his feet. Recite, recite recite the plan you had for me Keep still. Keep me somewhere I can burn you somewhere dim candles can remind you of my remains Then leave out that sharp edge, those tears shred me like a contract and skin the thread unfurling from my neck Drop dead on the earth behind me. Hold my hand until I slip on the busted batteries crawling from the torch before I go out look at me
A fish living in the sky:
i saw the cloud wring its naval softness. that weight pushed me over, mimicked me, legless waving, who, scale-ing stairs, sought seeping sanctuary away from the sea. (ALIEN!) the cloud, supple, light, taunted me: that my belonging body shimmered, that it scaled nine kg. “alien foreign swimmer”
The Light Follows Me Like a River
The end of the river is the neon cast over her bent back in Yau Ma Tei. It’s also where I live and it’s easy to see her in the crowd – a slow figure finding shelter for the night again. Every day I watch her from my sky-rise as she prays for half-empty water bottles and cardboard scraps. A shoe box. Packaging. She leans into the same orange bin as rain douses cigarettes above her. The cigarette she blows out is still upright like the scolded child who left their mother on the streets for the world. And the red Wellcome is the fortune-teller she can afford with $5 at the end of Temple Street. Her hands are clasped together behind her back. I think I heard her whisper I want to meet mortality like the apple rolling over out of pink polyfoam. Even in the landfill it will take years to fill the earth. When the old woman looks up from her broken slippers and the black gum on the street is she looking for God or me?