Tag Archives: Min Lim

knock knock

i am still searching for you under my sofa. i know our cat has been here once. i know that wind crawls to the cushion’s edge to waterfall your sadness. when the sun bruises, it slants to make room for … Continue reading

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plato did not care for your breasts, and neither do i

in apology, i buy you a chicken thigh. but a chicken is still a chicken in your language. if ‘sorry’ can be a state, a question, or an order, then how do i know when to hug you, or when … Continue reading

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