Tammy Ho Lai-Ming

 

Fog, Hong Kong

 

Are you alone, are you with somebody 
I do not know, I meant not to know 
I hate the thought of you, 
 
Sometimes a young lady catches your eyes 
sometimes it's a pair of fine breasts, or legs 
oh I don't want to think! 
too many possibilities 
 
May thick fog hang in front of you 
in this early spring in January 
so that whatever you see, 
is blurry 

 

Stolen
 
I have had my boyfriend

    stolen 
Only the golden memories 
of him remain, woven 
inside a little heart that bleeds. 
 
I have my boyfriend

        stolen 
from a naive girl who never knew 
of the nights our love was growing. 
Happiness is for a select few

 

 

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Sentinel Poetry (Online) #46

The International Journal of Poetry & Graphics...since 2002                  

ISSN 1479-425X

Editor: Amatoritsero Ede

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