Charles & Keith

by Beatrice Ng 

boots were sold on sale today. 

the sole box primed itself
on the shelf, ready
to call a new place
home
so you proclaimed a calling,
to elevate 
its status. 

in post-possession when
uncertainty 
descended 
on 
unreserved intimacy 
ascended
from 
forgone fondness
you discovered
one could become two, you promulgate 
overzealous entities are ingredients 
for a highly intolerable experience, 
you desperately did
what you had to do. 

attempts to reconstruct what was an

unabridged version of what
came before, who once existed 
in a perfectly laser-cut geometric, 
was bored down mercilessly 
by inquisitive beings
masked as surgeons who proclaim 
to be masters of
attachment.

but still the exo-skeletal remains 

of a longing print scampers 
through elaborate explanations
for a feasible recipe to bring 
alive a concoction that once breathed life.

one that could explain the existence 

of a subgroup of intangibles 
known to most as “hopes”
where the star crossed left longs 
to reunite with the estranged right 
to make it 
whole 
again.