Chain-smoking karang guni guy pushes his bike on the leftmost side, along the double yellow lines as taxis slither past.
I admit I missed your diesel smell, waking up to hear the mee pok auntie yell as rush hour traffic on your highways swell to the rhythms of reversing rubbish trucks.
Above me, the rain trees roll their eyes, they know I can’t help but romanticise everything I see and feel and hear: it was only yesterday that I returned to you.
I’ll admit I enjoyed that stranglehold you held me in outside the Changi airport cold, how your sticky arms never seem to let go: it is as if you’ve always known how I really only want to cuddle.
I want to lie in bed and breathe you in, hope you won’t mind my faded tan from all those months I spent snowed in, all those months spent trying to blend in you know I was only compensating, living all those miles away.
But will you take me back for what I’ve become, the taste of English strangers still on my tongue, the smell of American Spirit tobacco still clinging to my clothes? I want to lie naked in your peripheral vision, the one marked STATE LAND,
exposed to all the ants and pigeons and policemen who will quickly pull me away while you sit and watch, grumbling, Why do you have to be so weird? I told you this would happen.
And I’ll say,
It’s a performance art-slash-direct-action-kind-of-thing. I saw it in Berlin.
But today I want to climb all your acacia trees, take grassroots polls from your citizen monkeys about the recent traffic jams on the BKE and how it affects their work-life balance.
And the monkeys will pat my head and laugh at me, they know this is all just temporary, that I’m still high on this humidity and your fermented shrimp-paste perfume.
They know that in a week or so, your stranglehold will start to dig in deeper around my throat, and you tell me I’ve changed, that my accent’s got strange and I will remember why I left. But for now, when your East Coast coconut palm does that thing with its fingers on the back of the setting sun, my wires get crossed, all memory gets lost, all I can do is watch as their shapes entwine and pull me all the way back in.