some Singaporean poetry

[foray]

Watching My Grandmother Eat Fish

like a cat
her once slim fingers
tear each morsel off
the bones
deliberately

Crouched, intent
between mouthfuls of rice
she informs me
that I used to snap off their tails
and with great care remove their skins
declaring the flesh boring

And I think how I know no other
like her really
living in her house of strangers
in a race where blood is most prized.

By Joanne Leow


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[BabyGrace]

it's great fors, it reminded me a teensy bit of Hemmingway but I think that's just because of the The Old Man and the Sea

I've always been attracted to poetry with natural, simple imagery though.

 

[The Wanderer]

there's something about it that I'm still missing, I've read it several times... ugh, sometimes I'm thick, or maybe my perspective is off... ? I love the style that it's written in.