An Irreal Silence

My eternal wait exists:
when will you give me my final antiphon?

The Café Irreal exists.

In it exists a library, and a stairwell.

In it exists an archive of the speculative.

Brought into being.

Brought into its own comeuppance.
As if in repeated acts of self-punishment.
As if in contrition and eternal penance.

The guilt is real, a reification for the lost.

An author’s death is a death too.

Self-immolation.

There’s a word for that kind of disappearance.
There’s a word for that kind of metaphorical slaying.

The Café Irreal exists.

In it exists a confectionary,
of inequitable but just deserts.

Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé is the author of an epistolary novel, two hybrid works, and nine poetry collections. A former journalist, he has edited more than fifteen books and co-produced three audiobooks. Among other accolades, Desmond is the recipient of the IBPA Benjamin Franklin Award, Independent Publisher Book Award, National Indie Excellence Book Award, Singapore Literature Prize, Poetry World Cup, two Beverly Hills International Book Awards, and three Living Now Book Awards. He helms Squircle Line Press as its publisher and founding editor.

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