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Featured Writer: Becky Bei

Moon woman

The patriarch sits on the emerald chair of the dining room

bewildered, bemused, at the jokes shared among his children,

narrated in passing by the woman on the moon

so long ago, but it still catwalks up their ear,

from gaming landscapes, not the psychedelic houses in a line

or the kindergarten beside the circle village

or the flats on top of the pearl hills

from Polaroids yanked out of a crying infant's mouth

say cheese, mind the platform gap,

At the pageant, the babel fish must have decided to free itself

and swim to the rabbit's hut, which has got to be the reason why

the crusading children cannot talk in the skyward elevator now,

not to the house in the suitcase, not to the woman on the moon

but still remember how to lace up their baby shoes

Becky is a writer from Singapore, where she is studying in secondary school.

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