Christian Yeo Xuan

Diss Track (Scholarship)

After Aishvarya Arora and Hala Alyan

i lost my life                                                                             then i lost my life

      i hunger                                               to feel hunger                          

 

beluga god                                                                                                                        

    like you                    

                                    i was born again

        twice

you slept                in the garage                           

      of my ruined                  body 

 

                      call us generation rubble
     we solved nothing


      o lord                                             o god

                              o emissary of salt                    
                                                                   take my ugly desire             to own my own life

 

else take                                                                                                                    kallang leisure park                 

before the grass          

                                                                                                    there was grass                        

                   how many times can you say                                     

                                                                                                 please        

 

addendum

as if a switch flicked and all the lights blew out at once,

as if no fluvoxamine left unturned,

as if the oxen became a wolf by choice

::

  what do i know of malcontent oranges
                the almanac of kitchen knives
                reams of bark on a tutor’s face
                all the good ways of the old ways

not the first thing of courage either
just its imitation

ice in the veins, tundra
stretching for miles

across the world i entered and loved
that first denied my mother

what gave me these books
                           this language
             i loved
                           i betrayed


::

lonely lord, i feral

if you must come

come


like a serrated lung

 

Christian Yeo Xuan (he/they) is a writer based in Singapore by way of Beirut and Paris. His work has been published or is forthcoming in Indiana Review, Tupelo Quarterly, Oxford Poetry, The Hajar Book of Rage and New Singapore Poetries, among others. He has placed or been a finalist for the Washington Square Review New Voices Award, the Poetry London Pamphlet Prize, the National Poetry Competition, the Kenyon Review Developmental Editing Fellowship, and the Bridport Prize. He is a Brooklyn Poets Fellow, and has received support from the Kenyon Review Writers’ Workshop, Tin House, Fine Arts Work Centre in Provincetown, Berlin Writers’ Workshop, and the National Arts Council of Singapore. Find out more at christianyeoxuan.com.