Kristine Ong Muslim
- The Dream Show-
Stars strung out and crawling out of the dark
like glass wombs expiring in the night
seek forgiveness among sad streetlights.Our dilated eyes
beg for rain and a touch
of an evening draft
whenever we go away to watch the skies
turn from blue to dust gray.Chalked in our visions are the memories
we leave like a trail of breadcrumbs
and severed arms in romantic profusion.Nobody knows where we are going.
Age is dusted light and we can turn
into ashes night after night after night.And the sounds we hear seem far away
whenever we are lost.
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Kristine has kicked ass all over the place, including at the Unholy Biscuit (where she won the annual poetry competition of '05, with the winning entry featuring in issue V of the Unholy Biscuit). To see a complete and rather dizzying list of her achievements, click here.