As stand-in for life until that life was lived.
As mannequin draped in older folds.
I recall using the words before but not when.
I decant the swill by tilting my ear.
These days I glitch through halls
in my own buzzy way. An artifact
left over from some earlier production.
Are these sad sashes all that’s left
from the bluster of it all? I take
a ribbon into my mouth and trace it
until I find my body. The singing
only starts where the light winks out.
Forget stately. I’m shoving my tongue
down the throats of everyone involved.
head a churning well you drop coins into
on the Courtyard mattress next to me
with the comma of your arm
dreaming of rabbits
their white buttocks
nestled into hollows filling the patient
page of the mind
i bury the lede sometimes
i am a cup to spit into
familiar my nature of glass
the way it brims
and empties out retaining nothing
Anurak Saelaow is a Singaporean poet and writer. His work has been published in New Singapore Poetries, Hayden’s Ferry Review, Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, Cultural Weekly, The Kindling, Ceriph, and elsewhere. He is the author of one chapbook, Schema (The Operating System, 2015), and holds a BA in creative writing and English from Columbia University.