This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.

Khairani Barokka Poem
soak

i read another headline on winter pillars’ liquidising.
think of you and wet my knickers.

what is the causal relationship between humans
certain of our deaths.

you said we are all dying slowly; wake up
to this saturation, come over,

here where i pray so quietly and get panty-soaked.
contemporary life slots our minds

into boxes made by suicidal employees in china.
so why don’t you enter me

while we’ve still time. signifier of want amidst snowmelt,
icebergs and sloe deaths,

dried stems crackling amidst drowned skulls.
now is the confusion

of liquids and impulses, clickbait and affective disorders,
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