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
are you there? i’ve been calling
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.