Lydia Kwa
SELECTED POEMS
red lights and hot neon promises
red lights and hot neon promises
emblazon Hotel 81's facade
yet my tiny room is cold, devoid of glamourlate at night
ruckus of hookers in the corridorscent of their furtive work
distractinghow to meditate
while feeling futile?heat seething in my chest
His Holiness the Dalai Lama's words
your greatest enemy is your greatest teacherpotent medicine choked
in my unforgiving heartI open the window to
blast of humid airstare across the vacant lot
riddled with
gargantuan glyphs of concretesentinels as immovable as dogma
by Lydia Kwa
from sinuous (2013)