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Jun 2013
Already turned on,
she says
and wipes her hair so it cradles around her ear
look here,
she twists the radio button,
do you see it?
look,
can you feel it?
look at the
the purple that dances in the eyes
of every turned on tuned in radio listener
look
she grabs my hand in hers,
she is so excited,
close your eyes and just look at their faces
they look so
happy
wait no,
happy isn’t the word
they look so alive
yes,
to be alive is better
she says
holding my hand even tighter
to be alive allows
something more
to be alive
is like
a hole
that you can throw anything down
you can throw your
gum
your ear ring
your broken finger nail
or you can even throw me

and their eyes look like
they look like they are sitting
in that hole
you know,
their hole of
life
and they’re catching the music
with their eyes
sort of, something like,
secret star light
you know?
something like that
Ruth Boon
Written by
Ruth Boon  Hong Kong
(Hong Kong)   
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