You are a bag
of scented
and bleached
habits,
shuttled down
the corridors
of the city
to a different floor
in this condominium
of your choices.
Empty your pockets then
for a currency of new faces
and a handkerchief
to ball up words
ought not to be said.
Spices will stain the shirts
and a couple of slurs
may sauce the
tablecloth in between.
These are courses
you cannot take away
(or is it to go? Or dine out?)
Lug yourself back home
after a year of nights
and unzip before us
a laundry of lessons,
wrinkled with experience.
—
Migoy is currently taking his MA in Literary Studies in the National University of Singapore.