Carefree is one form of amnesia
Even wind contains a larger system of
Consumption behind that buoyant
Facekissing quality
When I think about being
Freed of care the way sludge
Slopping the bottom of your
Coffee cup never worries
About its own heave and taste
The exertive parts of my
Previous lives back themselves
Into the hopeless corners
They come from
Back through chipped off
Tombs mysteriously broken spindles
Made of
Deadwood my spirits
Gained their crystal edges to this
Orchestra of synchronized fading
Anywhere
I go my face is
A repository
For other people&rsquo;s regressed
Versions of carefree
If an alien Lady Justice did
Once upon a time wear pigtails
And lifted her skirt for the winds
Maybe it&rsquo;s true there is
No such thing as
An uncontainable wound

Grace Shuyi Liew

Futurisms

Grace Shuyi Liew

Aliens

Futurisms