hold / let go

this ritual is morning pin-needled
elbow inching out from nesting

beneath neck. mornings are peeled
plinths of sacrifice, eyes shuttered

performing sleep, my surrender
of the bathroom; your flutters

first. this ritual is a mourning
song. your flight leaves friday.

this light is murmuring leave
the curtains drawn, but sun peals

in anyway. this wish-swept optimism
is that there’s something so intimate

about shadow, how it hides
before it consumes.

***

there were two

there were two

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are you there? i’ve been calling

are you there i've been calling.

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Faith Christine is a poet, philosopher, and public servant. Currently based in London, she was born in Hong Kong and raised in Singapore. Her poems have been published by FIVE:2:ONE, Pulp Poets Press, QLRS, The Kindling, and Rambutan Literary. She tweets at @philosopherslug.