For Grace Chen
The Moon is a cratered smile on a pocket watch,
cackling at the folly of the subway inhabitants
tramps with their music boxes strewn on cobblestone
Daylight lives in a depressing fantasy
but night is glorious, with
skyscrapers as the vampires’ draught
to turn sensibilities into impromptu night parties
Here comes two sweethearts with their suitcases,
bound for a more glitzy opioid coastline
Listen to the papier-mâché heart
of the sleeper train, how it beats as a tango
to the lovers’ looming war
in this chamber of dust-worn dreams,
& always, always, spurious optimists
Willow Kang (she/her) is a writer from Singapore. After school, you can find her lounging about lazily, reading or listening to music.
Painting by. Robert Rauschenberg (1979)
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