Deborah Wong

I write in my sleep

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Deborah Wong

This Is How I Finally Let You Go

When I stopped frowning seeing the alphabet of your first name appeared in any sudden thin air, or your last name on a Chinese restaurant’s receipt, similar to the cashier’s, or the waiter’s.

A Letter To My Muse

If I were given the chance to love you in person, I would ask for a space on your skin to tattoo the poem I’d written for you.