an archivist

should all names
return to the world?
he would ask himself this,
on the nights he stays up
scavenging for spirits
buried under dried leaves.
the mango tree is
the tropical plant of choice
in cemeteries.
replacing headstones of
prisoners in fiji
he grimaces a little,
as the light from the projector
bounces off
my bent fork bracelet,
his findings shimmering
underneath my red wine dregs
contained in
a disposable cup.

This is a reprint of work originally published in Phedra.

Euginia Tan is a Singaporean writer who writes poetry, creative non-fiction and plays. She enjoys cross-pollinating art into multidisciplinary platforms and reviving stories. Contact her at eugtan@hotmail.com.

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