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The Fisherman’s Wife

August 27, 2008

The Summer shower comes down
as mercilessly as running horses on full speed.
The afternoon news reports again that there’s no news
about the lost fishing vessel of late.
‘It’s okay, he’ll be back.’ They keep telling her.
They keep telling themselves to keep telling her.

Tonight, she leaves home and mounts the pier
on her palms and knees, without help
from her husband, presumably lost in the sea.
Before departure, he said it would be
a marvellous genesis.

To the salted wind and the salted rain
she serves herself. By the morning
she knows he isn’t returning.
The white-haired waves loom high,
clutching tight the wet air.

Sleepless, tired, she curses,
wails to the open sea like a dog being butchered;
but soon no voice comes to her.
She’s turned into a mad statue,
forced to wait for the impossible
come back.

by Tammy Ho Lai-ming
reading by Hanani Cha

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  1. August 27, 2008 at 10:59 am

    To the salted wind and the salted rain
    she serves herself. By the morning
    she knows he isn’t returning.
    The white-haired waves loom high,
    clutching tight the wet air

    Gorgeous.

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