by Ang Kia Yee

I can’t quite tell if this enduring withdrawal stems from defensiveness (spite?) or a genuine need to retreat, but perhaps it is both, and that is okay. I think I am yearning for someone or something to appear. For a moment of magic to occur. In the meantime, I live earnestly and tunnel inward, into a silence I can hold. It becomes more difficult to be seen, even as my desire to appear grows. To whom? I am not sure. But I carry my heart. It heaves (very softly), it longs for some mercy.