Good evening, my loves. I'm exhausted tonight, & sort of overwhelmed, but in a beautiful way, a way full of gratitude & cloud-shape, a way made less of ache & more of soft. I don't know how to put the feeling into words, really, but I'm glad for it. It feels very steady, very true. Like this is the texture life is supposed to have always. There's so much left to do, so much left to say, but for now I'm tired, & it's been a long day, & I'm glad you're here reading these words. I have a small ragged poem to share with you entitled "For H"; it's quite an old one, but nevertheless a quiet fumbling thing that I am rather proud of even now. This piece was originally published in Reservoir Literary, alongside some utterly incredible friends—I'm so pleased it's found a home where it can close its eyes & let down its guard, a home where it's safe to breathe in all the warmth it's surrounded by.
Singaporean darlings—if you're in the area, I have an event coming up this Saturday where I'll be writing on-demand poetry in celebration of my publisher's new pop-up store. It's from 4 to 8 PM at Great World City, & there will be free drinks & food, & I'd so love to see you. You can RSVP right here - come say hello & I'll write a poem just for you, a keepsake & a thank you note for gifting me with your presence.
In the mean time... I do hope you enjoy this piece. If you have a moment, I'd love if you shared your thoughts with me in the comments below. Thank you so much for your support.
so we’re in your bedroom which is another way of saying we’re in the dream your mother had of a different childhood the one so gorgeous she sliced it in half with her own carving knife anyway i’m lost in the aisles of the grocery store so please come find me please come find me please come find me please i want to leave you exactly as you were before i want to wake up & realise there’s no such thing as skin to burn i mean i’m the one who lit the match in the first place but sometimes i forget where my hands were made to fit i mean i’m lost please come find me please come find me anyway your mother taught you to be a good girl which is another way of saying she taught you not to take up space with your wanting so we’re in your bedroom & i’m tracing a match to the road of childhood in the throat shhh your mother doesn’t like you with matches in the bedroom doesn’t like you lost in the grocery store the grocery store so careful so quiet it’s terrifying how much i need you here it’s terrifying shhh your mother doesn’t know about this shhh two girls are in a bedroom & now there’s a wind that knows their names & now there’s a match there’s a carving knife which is another way of saying your mother always thought i was a bad influence you’re impossible your eyes are so goddamn loud so goddamn gorgeous i’m in the bedroom & your mother can’t know i’m in your bedroom which is another way of saying somewhere a dream is losing the will to live which is another way of saying please don’t leave me alone in the aisles of the grocery store we’re in the bedroom we’re together we’re alone don’t leave me alone shhh put your ear to the door listen to the wind your mother has a stranger’s carving knife & she’s sharpening it into light