David ly

Burning eyes,
open wide—
I could be you too,
despite the tears
and eyes as dry
as a seahorse
on an apothecary table
the Chinatown sky.

David Ly is a writer, poet, Master of Publishing student at SFU, and more »


The air, like always,
drips from upside-down
pig heads. Drips and drips

and coagulates. A basket
of dried seahorses is forgotten,
tumbles down, caught in a breeze

and ba noi’s velvet.
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