taz.jh

Hong Kong

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hk; aus

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i write to live a million different lives

fraud

August 13, 2020

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answers, i will tell my mother when she asks what i want for christmas,
answers, i will say my voice as high as the empire state,
the a slipping over the s, my words slurred but deliberate,
are you drunk, she will ask and i will smile,
it has not been long since i left these copper walls,
a mind prison for the fiercely young,
yes, i will whisper, i am drunk on love,
my mother’s grey whisps will quiver,
and the hairs on the back of my neck will stand
like palm trees, tall and empty
her hands will meet the lump at the bottom of my throat,
and i will feel it rise like the embers of a new dawn,
the sea inside me rising to meet my cheeks,
hot and raw, stinging with memories
of slow dancing in empty classrooms,
bathed in green generator lights, memories
of the not yet born, the ghosts of my future.
and suddenly my breath will turn to muffled gasps
i will give you my rivers, my nile and my amazon,
and, in the moment, there will be no reason for these gifts,
you with all your doe-eyed baggage, will have to hold them.
later, i will lie awake and think that maybe it was that you
called the orbs on my chest beautiful,
and i will decide that i am over with what is attached to my body,
and yet when i wake, i will forget this
i will forget everything, over and over again,
i will think one thing one day and another the next,
flipping like pancakes under inky skies,
i will give you my rivers, over and over again,
and i will set old bones on fire
and play the soundtrack to my childhood
and forget what existing tastes like.

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  • outoftheblue

    "it has not been long since i left these copper walls,
    a mind prison for the fiercely young,
    yes, i will whisper, i am drunk on love,
    my mother’s grey whisps will quiver," gods this is sort of revolutionary? in a way, and i could not disagree more with your bio- your poetry is some of the most deeply compelling and unique poetry i've ever read. and your seamless use of imagery here- "of the not yet born, the ghosts of my future.
    and suddenly my breath will turn to muffled gasps
    i will give you my rivers, my nile and my amazon,
    and, in the moment, there will be no reason for these gifts,
    you with all your doe-eyed baggage, will have to hold them."


    4 months ago
  • ect.13

    This is really brilliant! Well done :)


    4 months ago