10/09

One.
In my dream today, I’ve failed chemistry.
I was more affected than my mental rehearsals.
I had to take a walk and I sucked on the taste of a sob at the back of my throat.
The willows were whispering green and alive as if it was spring.
It was snowing but I wasn’t cold.

Two.
The statue of a stallion was exactly where I remembered.
And like last time it stood before brown marbles walls of the parliament
Except the side facing the wall was colourful with dried gumdrops I didn’t notice.
I flinched away from the freezing bronze skin
I had expected to be warm to the touch.

Three.
There was a striking blue piano in the middle of the alighting crowd
Which people parted around like detracted ants around a pebble in their paths.
Someone needs to play it and let melody curl in the air like it was meant for.
I stood and stared amidst the disinterested crowd in the open air MRT station.
The doors were closing.

Four.
Willow trees only bloom in spring.
Gumdrops are illegal.
The sky above the MRT station was as blue as the piano except
I’m not sure what disaster response measures are in place when it rains.
I wake up tired and afraid and relieved.