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Two Poems by Kenneth Lim

 

Astronomer

 

you said, in a waverly place diner

that love is like the flu –

uncontrollable,

a whirlwind,

leaving you

 

misty-eyed

and wondering

seriously, am I already out of tissues…

 

but over thick cut fries

and an omelet,

I surrendered

my immunity.

 

outside

God was skipping stars,

tossing constellations

above us.

I heard someone say

bless you,

as I walked down

the moonlit avenue

 

the word flu comes from

influentia,

Latin for the influence

of celestial bodies

on the human body.

 

I still get the chills

whenever we pretend

we’re astronomers

in our diner-booth

observatory.

 

 

 

Cooking For Two

 

we say some things best in smoke

so I’ll singe this fish for you.

sweet glaze burns fast

when we linger a little too long.

 

 

 

 

Kenneth Lim is a Singaporean poet and journalist currently based in NYC. Find him at kennethlim.contently.com.