ForgettingA Poem by Gracie AngA poem which reflects on the author's experience at a food court in Singapore.I left feeling absolutely destroyed. She stared at me helplessly with drool drooping from her chin teasing the hem of her green collared shirt Lips left in a permanent squiggle. Mouth agape. Eyes pleading, Blank sorrow was what gripped me It was what gripped my heart and bunched it up Ready to tear and rip what was left inside of me But after what happened next made me think maybe what lay beneath my ribs was already empty I had 2 dollars in my pocket and the guy sitting with his skinny eyecandy avoiding eyecontact probably had more But that was not the point. The point was that i could only smile guiltily back The point was that i could only shake my head to her open palm The point was that I dug through my bag but didn’t thrust dollars out The point was that I didn’t reach out to her The point was that nobody bothered The couples sitting at the table All they could think about was their dalliance The physical desires The pecks on the cheeks, stroke of the forearm, exchange of saliva and who knows what else. They had waved their palms in a slow dance as a signal for her to move on The guy had frowned, sighed indifferently The girl had pinched her nose, waving the air with her other arm, trying to forget. So prevalent So present and Yet invisible So invisibly visible. What a sick but beautiful contorted oxymoron I rocked out of my seat and took the next escalator up and threw away my food because I was sick to the core. Because life is just a rambunctious mess. Just a turn and spin machine in the casino rows and columns of guess and checks One flip away from poverty or wealth I wonder… How far was I then from being her? My mind twirls as I think how to calculate this because I want to calculate this. I want to understand how I have lived for 8 years in a perfectly nice condo adorned with gold and white accents fur coats, chunky gold necklaces right. next. to the slums with dirt coated fruit carts and measly straw hats. Too heartbroken to turn our cheeks and too selfish to act I guess that’s how the world operates Just keep your head down so you convey sympathy and wave your fingers to convey you cannot help. “I’m sorry. I want to but I can’t. “ © 2015 Gracie Ang |
StatsAuthorGracie AngSingapore, East, SingaporeAboutA little chocoholic, entomophobic darling biblophile from Singapore who just loves her daily helping of veggies and kind encouragement. Just finding herself through illegible scribbles on everything b.. more..Writing
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