POETRY
LOST IN THE DUTY-FREE SHOP AT TERMINAL 5 Alexis Ma
Your first kiss, a peck that made you scramble for scraps because, “baby, she’ll drop everything for you when she’s the right one.” But us girls, we carry so much weight on our shoulders. We shoulder the responsibility of loving hard even when it’s meant to be soft; so many times, we have caved, let go as the ocean waves the shore farewell. A painful burden: holding on; guaranteed goodbyes are looking pretty damn good right about now. Now, when you make love to my mouth with praise, knock-up my heart and wobble me wayward; I feel found because of you. Because, “baby, I’ve got nothing left to lose.” Because, “baby, you are all I will ever have.” All I could ever need: someone to carry the baggage I bear— it’s airport adieus except we’ve forgotten our passports, planes that wait for no-one.
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