Longlisted Poem 2015
Jessica Jing Ga Chan
Headington School, Oxford
“I thought you quit,” she says,
bitter syllables trickling over sticky table tops.
The bottle slips and we stare –
the shards draw blood.
But you slam into my cells
like a drunkard
and I still welcome you with open arms
sing your name like psalms.
You burn down my throat with
your handsome slurs
from pretty lips
sweet poison things.
I choke as you carve them into bone.
Somehow when I hit the bottom of the glass
I can pretend you’re harping Hallmarks into my ear,
like I am now,
under white sheets and spilled wine.
© Jessica Jing Ga Chan
- Date May 26, 2015
- Tags 2015 Cells - Longlisted Poems