!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Antediluvian Kural on Twitter by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Antediluvian Kural on Twitter/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /h2> div id=”content”> p> He kicked off his sandals, walkedbr /> barefoot into the kitchen.br /> “I want to believe you. Will you let me?”br /> The moon went blue, strange and grey./p> p>~ /p> p>I don’t feel safe in this world.br /> Like their lyric poet,br /> I write – sharp tool, voice hollow in a creek:br /> “Was it a good death for the animal?”/p> p>~ /p> p>Strictly entre nous, both chairs collapse,br /> one teak and mulberry find.br /> Between you and me, you and I –br /> where’s the ochre corridor? Take us? /p> br> /body> /html>
