Tell him yes

I exclaim, 

looking skyward from hell.

Love you

I say quietly over and over, 

dry and dusty voiced from 

below my headstone 

a hundred years from now.

Surely marriage… is not 

so much a question of loving 

“till death do you part”, 

but whether you can 

still love after you have 

a questionable relationship 

with existing in this realm?

I can confirm, 

that this can only be credited 

to love’s enduring nature.

Flawed from the outset and 

broken in the meantime—

but given new urgency 

launched from the mouth 

of actual death.

Look at the depth;

the way it sits in the mouth.

The heart-ache and the 

thousand natural shocks 

that flesh is heir to.

Nothing heavenly 

about it my friend, no.

Simply means you have 

an estranged relationship 

with pleasure.

** “Cento professing undying love from beyond the grave in which every line is from a banger tweet by Hozier” comprises entirely lines borrowed from Hozier’s tweets, as posted on www.twitter.com/Hozier.

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Allison Thung is a poet and project manager from Singapore. 

Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Chestnut Review, ANMLY, Heavy Feather Review, Maudlin House, Cease, Cows, and elsewhere. Find her on Twitter @poetrybyallison or at www.allisonthung.com.