Lune Loh
Art by Francine Wang
Francine Wang, Room (2019)
acrylic on canvas
Suiteroom – Take 1
And once you strolled
right into the dark of
my eyes. Two points:
you didn’t notice this;
or I needed to weep
something sharp, like a
teardrop. Seconds pass
like the daily dose of
longing. Hot iron is all I
cry nowadays, the kind
steaming on your table.
Your gaze found a lamp.
Francine Wang (2020)
Suiteroom – Take 2
Everything was hot:
the tea you brewed,
this flush you didn’t
notice or notice you
brewed. I’m with the
tea leaves, a bottom
too dark I sank to.
I strolled into a cup,
thinking you’d drink
from it. I’m sorry I’ve
added a dose of tears:
you weren’t eating nor
drinking well, either.
Francine Wang (2020)
Suiteroom – Take 3
Microsoft Windows [Version 10.0.17134.829]
(c) 2018 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.
C:\Users\Lune>darken puddle
'darken puddle' is not recognized as an internal or external command,
operable program or batch file.
C:\Users\Lune>add tears
'add tears' is not recognized as an internal or external command,
operable program or batch file.
C:\Users\Lune>dose check
'dose check' is not recognized as an internal or external command,
operable program or batch file.
C:\Users\Lune>hot tea
'hot tea' is not recognized as an internal or external command,
operable program or batch file.
C:\Users\Lune>stroll room
'stroll room' is not recognized as an internal or external command,
operable program or batch file.
C:\Users\Lune>d:
D:\>cd Google Drive\Poetry
D:\Google Drive\Poetry>type Suiteroom_3.txt
Francine Wang (2020)
Suiteroom – Take 4
Everything was dark
when the room lights
were replaced by ifs –
what else can function
if all I do is compile
dreams? They come in
too hot, too fast loops
that defragment and
scatter all my drives:
how I overdosed on data,
strolled about the fibre,
and added and added.
Francine Wang, Relation (2020)
acrylic on gesso board
FEMME DIALECTICS: A PROCESS
/ -as it was imperative / as it was indecisive / as if a decision by a scion / as if a scorpion extension: the regard of a double-claw / double-bind: the finding of the divine / on a clear night, it was allowed for the vines to drip wine / yet a wine of the ocean, dissolving strata / into data / the fermata of the anti-border that burns bolder / either the Queen of the Night or the Queen of the Day turns over / into ordination / into sublimation / the double-she's an indignation / of which variable deltas flow / of which there exists possibilities / of which are snow / of which are now- /
