Stools tripped them up, side tables snapped at shins,
The upholstery-in-arms unleashed a blaze
Of blindingly offensive color schemes.
Cords pythoned into bathtubs, crackling mayhem,
Commando pillows crinked their sleeping necks,
Formerly steady chairs collapsed beneath them,
Loose wooden dowels stabbed them in the back.
Good gays do not expect this of their fittings.
If not good taste, at least integrity
Should come with purchase. Now all the unwitting
Buyers must beware breath-batedly
The moment where the closets all begin
Murmuring, “Come, come inside, come back in.”
Joshua Ip is a poet, editor, and literary organiser. He has published four poetry collections with Math Paper Press, won the Singapore Literature Prize for his debut, sonnets from the singlish, and placed in three different categories of the Golden Point Award. He has edited nine anthologies, including the A Luxury We Cannot Afford and SingPoWriMo series. He co-founded Sing Lit Station, an overactive literary charity that runs community initiatives including SingPoWriMo, Manuscript Bootcamp, poetry.sg and the world’s first wrestling/performance-poetry hybrid, Sing Lit Body Slam. He received the Young Artist Award from the National Arts Council (Singapore) in 2017. His website: http://www.joshuaip.com.