1. |
hibernation
04:12
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the gods told us to wait
a hundred days inside the cave
then we would emerge in
a new form, a person
re-shaped in new skin
i will stay
I will remain
hibernation, hibernation
i am patient
the tiger could not bear
the smell of garlic & mundanity
so he left me here
and withdrew his company
but i am a bear
i sleep, i dream, endure
i persevere
hibernation, hibernation
i am patient
my isolation thankfully is softened with anticipation
i can wait then
i can wait then
i am patience
i can wait then
hibernation, hibernation
i am patient
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2. |
migration
03:41
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this longing for home is not new either
for generations my family moved across lands as required to make a living
and left their loved ones behind to work
and spend late evenings absent-mindedly reaching out their hand
to an empty space
beside them on the bed
i am grateful for the sacrifices of my forefathers
and i follow where i need to go according to my duty
but the distances & absences still weigh heavy
and every morning when i wake up, i am lost in recollection
of all the houses i have stayed in, where am i now
when do i go home
where am i
why am i here
who am i
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3. |
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i've eaten duck, i've eaten rabbit and i've eaten a moose
i've eaten quail and alligators and kangaroos
baby sheep and baby cows and baby octupi too
i'm grateful for my full belly, it all tastes so good
but there's nothing quite like
grandma's homemade batch of kimchi
she flavours it with grandmother love
she spices it up with seven up
the landlord said she don’t deal with no ethnic smells
that stench of kimchi makes the other tenants feel repelled
well, i say, i won’t complain about your potatoes and steak
just tolerate the scents and tastes of multicultural plates
but there's nothing quite like
grandma's homemade batch of kimchi
she flavours it with grandmother love
she spices it up with seven up
at home, at school, at work
because there's nothing quite like
grandma's homemade batch of kimchi
she flavours it with grandmother love
she spices it up with seven up
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4. |
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i’ve been staring at a crack in the wall for days
been thinking about jumping in to crawl away
each endless day just stretches into another
i’ve lost my sense of time,
my will to bother keeping track
i just talk to my cats
all the people in their homes sighing
i miss feeling shy, hiding by snacks at the party
hugging my mom
i miss holding babies
singing with my band
i miss roller derby
my head grows numb with each news release
as yellow peril swells & spreads like disease
i’ve got too many walls, not enough room
i’ve got too many walls, not enough rooms
can’t turn off the radio, can’t put down the phone
my limbs weigh me down like they’re made of stone
all the people on balconies singing
i miss feeling shy, hiding by snacks at the party
hugging my mom
i miss holding babies
singing with my band
i miss roller derby
i miss lattes made by baristas
sweating at the gym
i miss my sister
meeting my friends without using computers
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5. |
asphyxiation (fan death)
01:55
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i want to go to sleep
but i can’t trust
the demonic speed
it spins & thrusts
the air that I breathe out
it’s gonna suck
right from my mouth
it waits
for a chance
to steal my breath
my death
by fan
my death
my breath
my death
by fan
my death
i want to fall asleep
but i can’t
i am being watched by the fan
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6. |
isolation
04:06
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now that it’s only you and me
left to get through this on our own
we grip each other tightly
in a whirlpool of worries
as the waves thrash us round and round
our gravity of grief drags us underneath
trying not to drown, we hold each other, down
we said that we’d always be there
did we ever see us here
we fall apart together, alone
i know i am yours and you’re mine
clinging to memories and fond little reveries
we didn’t know what we had at the time
but we can’t go back now
we can’t go back now
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7. |
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there’s very good reason to believe we’ll get through this
it’s gonna get better, it has to, doesn’t it?
there’s very good reason to believe we’ll get through this
it’s gonna get better, it has to, doesn’t it?
we’ve been through ice storms, tornadoes
earthquakes and sinkholes
terrorists, floods and power outages
there’s very good reason to believe we’ll get through this
it’s taking a toll that’s harder than to admit
it may seem never-ending, but we don’t have to quit
taking things day by day and bit by bit
we may not be together, but we’ll help each other with it
we’ve been through ice storms, tornadoes
earthquakes and sinkholes
terrorists, floods and power outages
there’s very good reason to believe we’ll get through this
there’s very good reason to believe we’ll get through this
there’s very good reason to believe we’ll get through this
it’s gonna get better, it has to, doesn’t it?
파이팅! (fighting!)
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put away the toothbrush
the sample-sized lotions saved
and rationed out for each day
return back into place
our snacks for the trip
the novels set aside to read
more shoes than one ever needs
it wasn’t meant to be
new swimsuit, pyjamas, and all the masks,
the outfits picked out for the travels
all back to the closet
alongside the business suits put away
for when we return to the office one day
and usually unpacking is a relief,
glad to be home
after the glow of a journey
it seems so trite to feel a bit heartbroken
over a simple cancelled vacation
but the trampling of dreams
surprisingly cuts deep
what do i do now
could check work emails
or lie on the couch and slip into the deepest sleep
some day i'll re-pack my suitcase again.
****
sleep little kitties, you are safe
your humans aren’t going any place
anywhere else, any time soon
we are here to stay with you
all day long and every day
with our kitties we will remain
there’s no nowhere else for us to go
nothing to do but snuggle you so
thank you kitties, our fur friends
for your company that you lend
giving us someone to talk to
to hug and love and play with you
giving us something to do
giving us something to do
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