
Travis Chi Wing Lau
To my rib
you look today
more like a peninsula
a bold jutting
into a skinsea
ever more turbulent
(this i know
because of what escapes
the yearly exposure to a light
that tries to prove
its own benevolence)
you seem to crave
secession from
this aching formation
this rude construction
barely wanting
to remain fastened to
itself
as if this is what it means
to hold oneself
in contempt
a slatternly cling
to what would rather be
elsewhere.