The Jakarta Post
by Joshua Ip
after the blind civil servant had his op
and gained his sight, he drafted a complaint.
the colors are all wrong. like that they won’t
be able to tell each ethnic/cultural group
apart. why not chinese yellow, malay blue,
then indian red. bright colors. not this muddy
earth-tone nonsense can? then all the others
get orange, purple green. make sense to you?
he paused. his memories nova-ed with theflavor of gold curries, silver fish, blood-red tulang silk-violet brinjal, crabs grilled a peppery hue,
lush kangkong green, white soy, the vibgyor
palettes of fruit plate, rojak, ice kacang —
he saw the light. he’d have to think this through.
Joshua Ip is a Singaporean award-winning poet. He is the author of Making Love with Scrabble Tiles, published by Math Paper P...