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Volume VI, Issue II
..:: POETRY ::..
..:: PROSE ::..
Volume IV, Issue II
..:: ARCHIVES ::..
Volume I, Issue I
Volume I, Issue II
Volume II, Issue I
Volume II, Issue II
Volume III, Issue I
Volume III, Issue II
Volume IV, Issue I
Volume V, Issue I
Volume V, Issue II
Volume VI, Issue I
Kristine Ong Muslim
wails to be let in like a broken finger.
An outburst of numerical jealousy.
Five opens the door, and she inches
closer, all froth and semi-nothingness.
Golden now, the other numbers say, let us break
our toys. She exhales with the finality
of a one-digit integer between 1 and 9,
all that she's allowed to do in the
boundary between one and nothing,
and joins the party.