
Two Poems
by Marylyn Tan
“sensualist” is taken.
each filthy cutter bordeaux
bordering on whipped
disease a formaldehyded monarch’s
corpse all powdered-scale chitin &
fat waxed clammy
fish guts full of stale semen
sweaty flap of smarmy pasta
like aspiration, or
lodged memory
disintegrating in the cistern’s bowels
a penumbra of e. coli
that refuses to flush
no matter entreaty or coercion or threat
heaving deep & gutter hunger
cruel in perceptivity
venal in virtue silt-licked in intent
desire is a hot-leaded thing. we may only hope to be enamoured
of our malcontent
she told me she
liked me with hair
cascading intestinal
infinitesimal glory
in your imagination I am fleshy as tubers
generous as the heart of a banana tree
my talons approach the feminine divine,
but all I plead
is your shit in my mouth,
your shit in my mouth,
your shit in my
gagging bacchanalian buccal cavern
colon/y
forcing my own hand at throwing
up
the barley grains onto my spreading stomach,
my duck-butter thighs
geese take their savoured beakfuls
of grain between my legs, thick-necked,
competence lined with teeth
YOU DID NOTHING WRONG
THE OLD SERPENT SPEAKS OVER THE SHRILLING TEAKETTLE AT BRUNCH
From the mouth of Orochimaru
CWs go at the beginning in italics
all things with a truth
the wind that changed the world / to watch things eventually
perish harshly
I like to see moving things
a windmill that isn't turning a cluster of huts
the Destruction of Konoha
can be nice
i get no pleasure
to put things in myself
if you linger how I discovered you fittingly called
a trivial footnote worn down to nothing
that's why I'm collecting a bit of everything
there are so many thousands
only an idiot becomes one
pointless
that's how I feel
when I look
at you
in the presence of its predator
hand over something else
strain / their minds
strangle / that pretty
pieces must be sacrificed / the body ages
your glasses, your name
let your guard down
for a second
Marylyn Tan is a queer, female Chinese Singaporean writer-artist. Her work disrespects respectability and reclaims power. Her first bookchild, GAZE BACK, is a poetic lesbo trans-genre grimoire that made her the first woman poet to clinch the Singapore Literature Prize in history.