Tse Hao Guang (b. 1988)
SELECTED POEMS
glass elevator
at 7.25 a.m. each day except
weekends you (rolled magazine
under left arm) take the elevator
(cheap coffee in right hand) up
(most mon & thu in creased cream
blouse, alternate wed in pencil
skirt & glasses because of board
meeting) to level 18 where the air
is clearer (once you stared out
at the hotel opposite, pretending
ice-capped mountains were in
view) & your office (once I missed
my stop wondering about fri’s
agenda (I saw you had 10 files &
no Vogue)) waits (on the same
floor of a different building)
by Tse Hao Guang
from Deeds of Light (2015)
