Two poems by Tse Hao Guang
East Coast Park
Sand bar thins.
Half-wild, half-white dogs
root in tins.
in crab holes. Last
in the wind, men
reel mystical fish.
of six to a tent.
Sweet meat smoke.
Gray gulls stretch
slow across sky,
Unripe coconut jewel,
thimbleful of sour wine
Dead faced kites
by reclaimed land.
Lisa got new habit: wearing her mum’s
clothes out to Orchard Road. They so old already
she won’t know right, she say, and the others
see her like some movie hero. Vernie also
very bad. She got boyfriend waiting in Baguio
still want to make her face until so colorful.
She say mum and sir okay with it. You come here
to work or to party? I cannot understand.
I have bigger problem than fun. Yesterday
mum cry in front of me again. She cannot make
Meimei eat on my off day. Meimei keep
asking Where is aunty Joy? Where is aunty
Joy? Then when I come back she will hold me.
I not like Lisa not like Vernie. I too tired
to be bored. Sometimes on Sunday when my back
ache I stay at home and try to read the articles
in newspaper. Watch Chinese TV with the subtitles.
Cook here cheaper and Lucky Plaza foodcourt
too big and taste is not like home. Or go Mass.
When Meimei come back from the maths tuition
I will tell her: why can’t you love your mum.
If my baby will not listen to me, how sad I will be.
Don’t love me. Don’t make life difficult for everybody.
I don’t want to go home. But she only six year old.
Sometimes I throw away my letters to make sure
I wait for the next one. I reply say I very happy.
Hao Guang is interested in form and formation, creativity and quotation, lyrics and line breaks. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in QLRS, Prairie Schooner, Tincture, Softblow and Third Coast. He has published a chapbook, hyperlinkage, with Singapore-based Math Paper Press, and is working on a full-length collection.