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August 2022 The queue, two double decker buses long, Straight like a thirty centimetre ruler, was for Hot dogs, rose red, wrapped in whiteGrease proof paper. The metal cart was like An old train, struggling along– There’s only so much a person can do. The steam kept rising higher. This was one of those good…

December 2021 I left the long queue my mother was in For Cha Sui, Roast Pork Belly, Already paid for, To go to the shop on the second floor;Maybe it sold packs of Pokemon CardsAnd Shinies like it did before, When I carried around a Game Boy Colour. The white shop lights Were just on…

June 2021 On the travelator, I admired Her long legs, blue striped linen trousers, Cupping her bottom. She was coming up;I was already going down. Her blonde hair and nonchalanceMade it hard for me to look away.She was the best playerOn the other team I had to mark,One of the swimsuit models Guiding me towards…

June 2021 It’s not that I don’t want toMeet a girl and ask her out. But the news and Politicians keep telling me, Covid-19 could kill me. And if it doesn’t, I could still possessThe touch of death. My colourful Vision of life after school is now A big grey square. Sigh Wan

March 2022 “What did you do this weekend?” “How was yourHoliday?” I have to lie because my friends Are made up of Youtubers, actors, singers And their names never stay the same. Can I call the books I read my friends? I was alone after school once in the common room And read Sylvia Plath…