Our semen puddling
on the floor. “Look, Singapore!”
I moan, wanting more.

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Country, family –
words, just words, when we recall
they keep failing us.

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The law outlaws us;
majority rules. Still, hope
frames our photograph.

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“K. L., Toronto,
Taiwan, Bangkok – anywhere
else freer than here.”

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Our merging bodies
on the bed; peninsular
withstanding the sea.

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We talk of leaving
but never go. Night inclines
us to each other.

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There are other laws:
inertia, old age... Pale moon
passes no judgement.

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“By failing us, this
nation has married us.” “Home
persists when we do.”

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We’ve built a nation
of unspectacular peace;
island of our hands.

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Other laws: death waits
to complete the picture. One
leaves, then the other.

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“Let’s say farewell now,
so we won’t have to say it
when the stars claim us.”