by C.E Putnam
A dozen red ducks arrived
in time for the spring moon festival.
Dangling by cords in the LO FUN
window, they perspire sweet and sour.
Last time, a fortune read:
Call to the wind. You are inside us.
I am an unbeliever living among
long noodles, or dropped into
turtled snow peas, I am lost
with flounders in plum sauce.
Sometimes fish heads will say:
you will get whatever you want in 5 minutes.
I cannot make Peking Duck
on my own. I have less than 48
hours to live.
C.E Putnam is a poet and artist based in Singapore. He is the author of six books, including The Papier Mache Taj Mahal (1997), and Things Keep Happening_ (2004). He operates the_ Putnam Institute for Space Opera Research (P.I.S.O.R.)_._