ESTHER VINCENT
ISLAND CITY
something is happening to my city
this body is leaking rain it goes on
for days like the pounding of angry fists or
drums of war I watched a video of cars
trapped by water along an industrial street
and recalled my dream driving into the sea
it beckoned a siren singing invisible and deep
but I could not stop I could not stop myself
from sinking the taste of rain yesterday
made me want to weep another video of green
trash bins white wooden paddle boats and
voices over the recording howling shrieking
at the beach screams into the unknown void
blown by a force impossible to measure
with an anemometer we don't get winds
like these here in this city of steel and nice
we don't get rain like these here on this island
how do you sleep when your body your city is
drowning how do you reclaim a capsized past
Esther Vincent Xueming is from Singapore. She is co-editor of Little Things (Ethos Books) and currently reads for Frontier Poetry. Her poems are forthcoming or have been published in Ghost City Review, Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, Dissident Voice, Eastlit, Feminine Collective, Into the Void, New Asian Writing, and elsewhere.