BOP: Perth

The wrong woman and the wrong man;

untouched, living, absolute, dying–

This is the first draft, the first draft.

It is May 1937, deeper. (Deeper?)              Deeper.

I’ll never see you again by the post office,

still alive who you love.


Pain is good, she says,

It means you’re broken,

broken means it still works.

They say with the greatest loss you will start to live;

get hurt and get hurt elegantly,

pull out all the stops, on repeat.

Then say Stop! Don’t do it! You’ll hurt someone!


Still alive who you love.


Sleep on me tonight, lie with me,

there is no courage for the truth;

I am careless with my life;

you don’t know how, I can’t say too much: 

but something still works, everything, everything still works.

Still alive who you love.



Alicia Khoo

BOP poem experiment,

Poetry Lab, Long Beach.

September 2013


I Want You to Be Whole


When I die, I want your hands on my eyes;

and the green dress picked up at the drycleaners.

Get rid of the Mercedes and buy a Porsche.

(I left enough money to last you two generations,


Break into the zoo and steal an eagle.

Go climb a mountain, dig a hole,

and put my ashes in a volcanic rim.

Whisper a secret,

so it will always be safe with me.

Then set my eagle free,

and find a better wife than I ever was,

or ever could be.

© Alicia Khoo

NaPoWriMo Day 4

“When I die, I want your hands on my eyes,”
Pablo Neruda, “Sonnet 89”