confessional
light creeping in at throat
seams a distant familiarity
taken for value, small beige
flowers spilling over the table
briefly golden. there should
be a backstory to this, but
there isn’t. i could move thrice
for you into the pufferfish trap,
we could both fall under sea-
glass light, watching the sun,
sell away the salves we know
best as a rule, front door left
open, & tonight i wish i'd
taken the lemongrass to bed—
Ellisya Tan is a student from Singapore making her first foray into publication. When not writing, she can be found birdwatching, vibing to Ravel, or admiring other people's writing.