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 glamour

            late at night
            ruckus of hookers in the corridor

            scent of their furtive work
            distracting

           how to meditate
            while feeling futile?

            heat seething in my chest 

            His Holiness the Dalai Lama's words
            your greatest enemy is your greatest teacher

                        potent medicine choked
                        in my unforgiving heart

            I open the window to
            blast of humid air

            stare across the vacant lot
            riddled with
            gargantuan glyphs of concrete 

            sentinels as immovable as dogma

by Lydia Kwa
from sinuous (2013)