stone wash

the man crouched behind
a granite bush, smoking.
i met his eyes, yellowed
in a quiet frenzy
a choking fish pressed against
knife and chopping board
he was stone washed
behind him
buildings tessellating buildings
as a bride takes a photograph
with her husband next to a totem
grind stone hard enough and
it can become a needle
just as men can become
gargoyle smokers and grooms,
huddled under a city skyline
greying and receding like
premature hair and rain

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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