MAYDAY

Kiss
by Cyril Wong

Contributed By:

Couple Kiss
Image by Tiny Tribes from Pixabay

What is new

must also be unexpected

and not what we think

 

is new—

car crash, stalled lift juddering,

 

bed of thumb slit open, blood

the surprise that keeps on giving—

or else there is no freedom

 

from our conditioning:

your body too heavy on mine;

 

your kiss

the same old kiss.

CYRIL WONG is a poet and fictionist in Singapore. He is the founding editor of SOFTBLOW, a poetry web journal.

Filed Under: Poetry

Further Reading

SUPPORT GROUP: MENTAL ILLNESS by David Dasher

Step, and step, and step, and step, down to the basement, always the basement, kicking salt-slush off boots against every stair, the basement overheated, overlit like an incubator, with skittery sparrows in the lobby, lounging watchful, then the move to the meeting-room, pushing chairs into circles, lopsided as eggs—Who’s first? Who will be first? Who […]

Sons
by Bodie Fox

A drop of water splashes on her face when I lift my foot, silt clinging to my sole. She gently cradles my heel in her hand as she wets a corner of the rag. A school of tadpoles swim by. A crooked grin breaks over his teeth. The rag tickles, but my stomach curls. Sons and I don’t look at each other while she works between my toes.