μ

A mint is a minute distraction
from musty professor breaths.
His questions multiply

yet he answers none. His murk
is murderous muzak that guarantees
hearing loss. Hear, muse

with brain on mute, until the email
knocks to muster and reminds us of
what must be done. Crunch

is the music of stress, an attempt
to slide right down the multiplayer normal curve
and avoid the peak through muddled

formulae. We cling to mussy notes:
so much for the grade returned
but at least I met mu.

Al Lim is a rising sophomore at Yale-NUS College. Part-Thai and Singaporean, he studied in Sydney and South Carolina, before serving National Service as a Military Police instructor. He is currently president of the Southeast Asian Society and INK: Literary Collective in Yale-NUS.

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