Debbie Lim

The Pool

New York, 2011 Grief, they say, has four steep walls cut from black stone. Water sheers off the sides into a giant pool: the edges milk themselves violently towards a hollow centre. The level of water is sunk so low …

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To the Fugu

I cannot see her tonight I have to give her up So I will eat fugu – Buson   To kiss you is to mimic your own stunned face: small-mouthed, teeth slightly bared. But you refuse to flirt, giving nothing …

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