Tag Archives: Jerrold Yam

Forensic

In the mirror, strangely unabashed, light warming the stencilled ridge from nose to forehead, each eyebrow parading its own peacock gown of pleats, all across my sandstone craft there boasts calm. And as water overwhelms its speckled nozzle, skimming like … Continue reading

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Alias

Next to me, the airline blanket unfolded like a mother’s shrewd embrace, licking the places where our shoulders start and start again, your eyes are streaming against opalescent currents, up over their flustered lids, pans gearing for a boil. I … Continue reading

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Curse

When I think of people I can love for long, I feel no need for them. After a meal, forks and spoons slouching at the sides of plates, my plate smothered in ugly blacks and reds, it is clear how … Continue reading

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Saliva

Even after it was emptied by the bell, we would linger, lights hollowed, air-con snuffing out the last of its whirring blades, among desks and chairs we returned to the corner, our limbs shaking with guilt or the unswerving ecstasy … Continue reading

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Invincible

It could be kindness; lakes of neon made every gesture its own ablution. And the older guys relented, from practice, to pandering after a boy’s touch, liquid purity. He loved how they lifted his face as water to their faces, … Continue reading

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