knock knock

i am still searching for you
under my sofa. i know our cat
has been here once.

i know that wind crawls
to the cushion’s edge
to waterfall
your sadness.

when the sun bruises, it slants
to make room for your neck,
strained, the hard knock
of a bad joke.

beneath, the coins rust; the hair
tangles. longevity noodles
are unravelling with the sun.
maybe i will never find our punchline.

Min Lim is an undergraduate from Yale-NUS College with a passion for poetry, design, and photography. More of her works can be found at

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