Writing is a Throat Exercise

Writing is a throat exercise. I hear
you echo in the shipyard and paint

cranes, curved like chicken claws,
in yellow garish. Same shade of sick yellow

glares from naked filaments, taboo
illuminates months of sweat-filled thighs

captured in stamped poetry to forgotten addressees.
Dreamland is a redlight waste

basket brimming with scribbled dreams, scripted
and burned by Singapore’s stinging sun.

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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