Poems by Emme Hor

Suck, pig, Suck
 

I fell in big bay windows
so hard that I kneeled in the alley
in love--
big bay windows
where people were eating
couldn't see they were only a meter away
from my eating
and falling deep
into the windows
into the reflection
of self, or my own deconstruction
my own humiliation;
I would do anything for him
--to show him how much
I'll crawl any reflection
into any window
any infinity
him. him. him.
reflected like mirrors in a changing room
when there's bright light
now, dark, night, after wine
and dinner, he bought, I promise
it was dark so I didn't worry
didn't worry, no, in the dark
while sucking on it--
so close to where they
looked out the bay windows
while spooning pasta with a fork--
he was speaking
but what he was saying?
yes? miss? love? marry?



My Last Name: Hor
 

I'm long like a model
with shapely plums
that ripen when touched

I'm long like a model
with smooth porcelain
and hot yellow tea

the one they call
teh tarik in bahasa:
a stretched tea.

I'm long like a model
like stretched tea
but you won't take me

You complain
my teeth are crazy
my thighs too big

it's like mounting a yak
you say,
a yak

I'm long like a model
which means I can take you
all long like a porn star

I'm long like a model
yet you keep calling me
the same thing --

an ugly Hor --
and forcing me down on my knees.

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