in geography we learnt that there are
plates under us
drifting in underlying motion
it is said that when collided
brings with it an
ecstasy of disasters
i liken to how i feel at seven pm
on the train home
from work
practice balancing on metal plates
as faded sceneries
unwind before my very eyes
the occasional crash into strangers
brings with it a divergent of
careless intimacy
nothing stays long enough for a smile
just floating heads
a flurry in their tragic minds

i made a list of things
worth living for
and it came up to be
a hundred and
i made a list of things
worth dying for
and it read:
Him.
on my fourteenth birthday i
came home crying
'cause i'd only
received five presents
and remember mother
how you said:
quality over quantity
any day.
oh mother, tell me what is
one hundred then,
as compared to that
one.