by Kristine Ong Muslim
From the couch, she reaches out,
tries to take his hand. They are only
separated by a television screen.
That distance is not worlds apart.
The remote has been forgotten
on the coffee table. An opened packet
of greasy chips is a silver nest.
The overdue bills are unfurling
where the whirling electric fan
hits them. Soup is being reheated.
After the commercials, he will
look at her straight in the eyes,
and she will believe him.
KRISTINE ONG MUSLIM'S poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Cordite Poetry Review, elimae, The Houston Literary Review, Loch Raven Review, The Pedestal Magazine,
Muslim, 26, has sold more than three-hundred fifty stories and poems in genre, mainstream, and literary publications. Her publication history can be found here: www.freewebs.com/blackroom8