This poem is taken from Stand 224, 17(4) December 2019 - February 2020.

Kia Yee Ang Poem
And Yet Eyes Resemble Oysters

‘The world of dew
is the world of dew.
And yet, and yet—’
          — Issa

        And yet eyes resemble oysters, pupils conjuring pearls, lids
        conjuring shells. Seagulls are perched on my mother’s lashes.
        She peels back her skin to reveal a room. There I am, in a
        cheongsam far too large for my straight child body, trapped
        in a cloud of carnations. I raise hand and eye to the moon.
        My sleeve falls to expose the white arm. Which poem is this?
        I recited it in kindergarten. The seagull is not a symbol. Are
        tea leaves speeches? What about the burn the water gave me
        when it tipped over? It spilled onto my entire forearm, and
        part of my breast.

                                                              soft snow femur bone
                                                              microwaved tesco dumplings
                                                              winter migrant dreams
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