Once, you asked me what I would want for myself; I answered as you would have wanted, i.e. mark of a man, a six-pack, job that pays good money etc. 5Cs and COE, a happy family. Another time you asked me ridiculous koans: what is the sound of two butts farting. If a NSman shits […]
Month: April 2017
the sharpness of theses at 2am
pause for thought – one mistake begets another. A treatise on compulsive lying: how one wears long sleeves even in summer, how one nods along to the rhythmic ritual of “yes, I am fine.” No. Break the glass – this is not just an emergency this is real life. Real in the sense that there […]
feast for the senses
rap scallions pop corn jazz hands gloves worn heat higher pounding meat tender riser sinful treat dapper diner whisky dandy reeses’ pieces risky candy caramel dripping sweet tripping salad tossing caesar dressing sunkissed tomato red cheek bare bodies rump steak —- spwm day 3
Wish List
First, patience. Second, patience – but to a reasonable degree. Patience, such that I may wait, without an inkling of what you were thinking. Maybe take a few centimetres off me, so the distance between us can shrink, by that inch which seems like a mile. Perhaps, fingers just a centimeter shorter, so that our […]
ugly stage 