Talesman

Last Tuesday, someone I know was lamenting casually over the fact the she struggled to explain a biomedical concept to her parents in Malay, our shared native language.

I woke up one fine morning in a pool of tears you shed last night A lazy wood duck floated beside me making noises in German — oh fuck All I heard was “Entschuldigung, Entschuldigung!”

If the day gets sad come to me and tug on my second heart.

It is Chinese New Year's eve at the time of my writing this.

A brown cat rapped on my door three nights ago.

I see him beaming to no one from across the hall, the pages of To Kill A Mockingbird, fluttered under my fingers– You know how ghosts move?

You spilled your problems on my favourite shirt today.

You sparked a time bomb in me which has no other way to be rid of other than to be let implode into shattering wishes of what ifs.

I see seagulls staring at me in jealousy, do they think I care enough?

Echoing the title: I need to learn how to put small victories in my life on a pedestal.