May 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Three
Kristine Ong Muslim

We wade in litter and hum our
Songs, all of them about us,
Under our ragged breaths.

We spend nights within the eternal
Chaos of books and coffee
And poetry and silence.

Cool and calculating
We do not try to understand
The things we cannot

We stutter and defy.
Blister and rant.

We fill up each room in the world
Until each room is completely
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