Tammy Ho Lai-ming, aka Sighming, is a Hong Kong-born and -based writer. She edited Hong Kong U Writing: An Anthology (2006) and co-edited Love & Lust (Inkstone Books, 2008). She also co-founds and co-edits Cha: An Asian Literary Journal, the first and currently the only Hong Kong online literary quarterly journal dedicated to publishing creative works from and about Asia. Ho has creative works forthcoming in MiPoseias, Prick of the Spindle and 34th Parallel. More at sighming.com.
A LOVELORN GIRL'S FOUR SEASONS
The flowing of mating seeds. Spring stirs.
Awake are animals. Crawl sneeze whirl.
Whole sky expects hairy tastes
of sprouting love. Breathe the wind.
Summer. Sweat has a new definition:
an insistent layer of second-hand skin,
reminded her of a bygone ex-lover.
Gentle autumn, all leaves sallow. Frowns
found on old maidens' faces, un-digitalised.
Each a crumpled petal in the desolate
rains. The future looks glum? Wait.
Beware of fake snowflakes like white
spider-webs. Predators whistle an elegy
in improvised jazz.
I am bacterium
Don't have chlorophyll
I am greyhound
Don't have horns
I am milk
Don't have sugar
Don't you understand, I
AND MY FAIR PAST HERE SHOWED ME
You've got the ticket, life is just a slow train.
No you are not allowed
to upgrade your seat
sigh, sigh, sigh
sighs -- stillborn
Yes, the tongue too,
She slept, she slept some more, she slept yet some more.
Cannot spit memories, cannot
Can you be my
For you are
You have PHI
If I have a bathtub roomy enough for not just me
but also three goldfish, I will lay inside
my bottom complains about the wrinkles and the
die of boredom.
A: My love to you is so big.
B: Balloon can be big,
but it bears no substance,
My father painted all doors purple.