[Issue 8 / February 2014]

 

We sit across the table, drinks
in hand forgotten.
Our words chase each other, keen
as hamsters on wheels.
Everything spins. Intentions
circle like wolves.
Our minds flit searchingly, tenuously
exploring the ground before the abyss,
letting tongues do the work of the heart,
piercing hard, yet always
bluntly,
missing the point.

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Li Huijia is a former editor, freelance writer and full-time shopgirl living in Singapore. She
writes mostly prose, and sometimes dabbles in poetry. She also likes fairytales, folklore
and pottering about in the kitchen. Her short fiction has been published in Pacific
Review, Noir Carnival and Eastern Heathens: An Anthology of Subverted Asian
Folklore. You can find her online at www.jiawrites.com

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