The City’s Ennui

Written by Willow Kang

Today the streets are tiny divinities of their own,
breathing mounds of sunlight through lunar slats,
into the blue hooves of the pedestrians,
their eyes ajar as if bloodless,
sneaking about on reptilian eggs

Shh, shh, not a word that disrupts this symmetry
between bruising wrath and doleful overdoses

Outside the marble window of the treehouse,
look how the bus carries models to the Lethe,
how the meditating skyscrapers keep peace,
but barely, that the slum dwellers can still
proffer rubies to all those beautiful people

Willow Kang

Willow is a writer from Singapore. After school, you can find her lounging about lazily, reading or listening to music.