Poem: "If my heart was a home on the beach"
by Liy. Spontaneous poem no.8 from their late grandfather's typewriter.
"If my heart was a home on the beach"
If my heart was a home on the beach,
It would be easy to think,
"yeah, I'll just drive
until I see it..."
But friends would know
the path requires some know-how
and your favourite bicycle.
I only draw maps for people I love.
By Liy Yusof, 26. This is poem no.8 from GeraiPuisiSegera, Liy's three-year travelling instant poem series / public performance with their late grandfather's typewriter.
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Liy is a Southeast Asian Muslim knowledge worker and poet sharing their lifelong learning from the imperial periphery. If you're new here (hello!) or need a refresher, start here for house rules. Here I maintain curated lists as a love language for others. Now is my present-day context including from my 5-year old note system. Consider subscribing for free to login and leave comments— I write slowly and send out emails rarely. If you valued what I made, tell me over DM (if we know each other) or tip me with a message— that sends a clear signal of appreciation ✨
