on the way to chinese garden MRT station

pagodas against the moonlight

Hey y’all it’s me your penpal Winnie 🧡 I’m in Singapore at the moment which makes it a perfect opportunity to respond to Kelly’s manifesto from last week and prompt of checking in with your past selves. I have 28 years worth of past selves in this place after all. 😬 P.S. Am also responding to Wilhemina’s gem tucked away in the comments.

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on the way to chinese garden MRT station

after kelly/after wilhemina

reports of killer litter keep anxious singaporeans
from walking under HDBs. on this path under the 
tracks past condos on the other side. sometimes 
i’m sure of my feelings for you, other times not. when 
you see a train about to arrive in 1 minute do you run 
for it. you might think no but you always do. marigold 
paintings at this station that never change. more 
immortal than me. i run. oh yes i run. if it’s meant 
to be yours. someone’s likely to snap a picture 
of me here. not because i’m famous but because they 
want to make me. what feelings are you suppressing 
right now. no train conductors here, or buskers working 
the aisles. bare feet for tropical weather, rain and sweat. 
here we go. the gazes again. work my blind eye. always 
the little barbs. can't be placed. 

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*HDBs are high rise residential government apartment blocks in Singapore.

Your prompt this week is to miss one world cup match to read one chapter of a book. Let us know what you read in the comments and drop us a quote or two 😘

And that’s it folx! I’m gonna go join Wilhemina in the basement now. Love y’all loads, kisses and see you somewhere that’s green <3 

Signing off,

Winnie xx