the canal

my feet splay when we
ride on buses, turnstile
lopsided soles turning
spokes forward and back,
writing over shut-eyed
calls in darknesses,
curtis crooning the best
that a man can do

in these interstices,
the lowing of voices
floating across
continents calls back.

once, the sun set between
two blocks of flats. we
diverged from the bus
stop cutting separate
paths, lithe fiestas
praying for humid dusks.

Christian Yeo is a final-year law undergraduate at the University of Cambridge. His work can also be found in 698’s Redefinitions, Ethos Books’ This Is Not A Safety Barrier, the jfa human rights journal, and the Quarterly Literary Review Singapore (forthcoming).

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