Longlisted Poem 2015

Jessica Jing Ga Chan

Headington School, Oxford

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“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
pretty words
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

Project Details

  • Date May 26, 2015
  • Tags 2015 Cells - Longlisted Poems