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Cyril Wong
Cyril Wong

Cyril Wong is the Singapore Literature Prize-winning author of poetry collections such as Unmarked Treasure, Tilting Our Plates to Catch the Light and Satori Blues. He has also published Let Me Tell You Something About That Night, a collection of strange tales. Cyril has served as a mentor under the Creative Arts Programme and the Mentor Access Project, as well as a judge for the Golden Point Awards in Singapore. A past recipient of the National Arts Council's Young Artist Award for Literature, he completed his doctoral degree in English Literature at the National University of Singapore in 2012. His poems have been anthologised in Language for a New Century: Contemporary Poetry from the Middle East, Asia and Beyond (W. W. Norton 2008) and Chinese Erotic Poems (Everyman's Library 2007), amongst various journals and publications across the world.


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Cyril Wong Poetry


First Date

                        Singapore

sometimes I rewrite

what it was like when we first met

not at City Hall during lunch breaks from work

all deflective looks and refolding of arms

 

we could bump into each other

at Haw Par Villa amidst ten levels of hell

our gazes bridging over spirit bodies of the hateful

happily boiled and knived and peeled

 

or on a train at the zoo

during its Night Safari

as we trade earnest grins tucked in shadows

alongside lions and rhinos

 

when I could venture a remark

what separates us from the animals

is how I could get to know you

past the point when youre no longer here

 

Andy & Steve

 

Andy met Steve in the rain, although this is
Not what really happened. Yet imagine it for a second:
Drops of unreal rain arrowed like injustices,
Years of prejudice & isolation stabbing their bodies
& in the midst of that blistering blizzard, two men
Spy each other with hearts unclosed,
Their futures fusing to the music of thunder & lightning.
Each crosses to the other with lessening fear,
Visions unfurling to form a tender knot across the tears of time.
Even as they kiss, the weather may do nothing to wound them now.

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