“I try not to dwell in small places after a hunt”

I try not to dwell in small places after a hunt, Or for long anywhere these days; any moment, any space if reckless, permits your scent’s return Like a cat expecting dinner after a long adventure, Coolly curled at the door, the ledge, scratching sometimes As if it knows I’ve been fishing— but I will…

“I used to pray”

I used to pray for the ability to remember. You see, my grandmother turned out best at forgetting. and I remember late nights where she would call out to her husband to come to bed so she could sleep when he had been in the earth for years the details of his death were eased…

Breakfast

After years of international cement cravings lighting up the maps I need to pay way too much at my neighbourhood supermarket if I want to graze nutrition from ancient ancestral authentic super foods, more whole than my soul My wallet sympathies are not aligned to this diet can’t do quinoa breakfasts at sunrise flown in…

“It may be winter where you are”

It may be winter where you are, my love But it’s spring and summer in our Tropical hearts all day long Far too far apart We are, far too far apart How many letters could we place between us What kind of Puteri Gunung Ledang bridge Could we build, interrupting continents With just basic rambles…

“We, the screensomniac survivors”

The trauma of the bedtime stories of the captains of our industrial past of their touch on our timelines of the ways they flourished from deception to be 21st century standards and role models is the fuel we burn we, the screensomniac survivors placed here with missions from broken people who became parents, question every…

“You would have to be as thick as my Nusantara thighs”

The very idea of coddling that croaking old canard xxxxxxxx the slave-encrusted crowd of crusty colonial capitalism Ha! You would have to be as thick as my Nusantara thighs. Those dudes came for the spices and stayed for the kick of being living antonyms to savages Now we surf and smoke their cigarettes inhaling the…

“Anyone who says they haven’t run a red light”

Anyone who says they haven’t run a red light for the possibility of good sex is either too young to drive or smart enough to avoid mixing pleasure with danger even though it is the most heady cocktail next to booze or cigarettes Either way, they’re probably someone I don’t know very well because I…

“Ten years or more of timelines”

Ten years or more of timelines Where my life breathes in between measured by deadlines labelled workaholic, my compass points to a north that swings wildly in the cold blue laptop reflection of my eyes When I lie down, the idea of salaries are defibrillators to this body in rest In this rigid ruler life…

“The believers want to be as phoenix as Jesus”

I want to live a life as rojak as my tongue that twists and trips over language and the labyrinths of narration O, how many Venn diagrams I still have yet to realise I am a part of these circles are shy, vague, stretch and shiver in the hands of brain and history like children…

“The moon and the woman have more in common than”

The moon and the woman have more in common than philosophers think Every month marks their bodies And they fill up and deplete Under the affections of man and sea To the unobservant, quick eye There is no difference between salt water and tears Both can kill If the lighthouse is off duty On a…

“There’s nowhere he can go without”

There is nowhere he can go without Someone asking where he came from Two smiles later with a stranger He finds himself thinking Pleeeeease don’t ask To let them know is to say a word That takes him back to his childhood room The smell of his mother’s kitchen To hear them say “Aah, Nigeria…”…

“My love for you lasts longer than a few minutes”

My love for you lasts longer Than a few minutes five times a day. I think of your infinity And its different shades in us all How could I forget how much you move me? In a way, it’s moving You’re more than kisses, kittens, cuteness Yet everything that exists Is just some strand and…