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A poem about privacy, permission, and the comfort of being monitored.

By Michelle Liew Tsui-LinPublished about 11 hours ago β€’ 1 min read
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You voted. You signed. You agreed.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

This poem is about a man, Mr. Tan.

My neighbour.

He has the key to my apartment.Β 

He says it's to help me with emergencies.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

The lift

On our corridor.

Always breaks down.

No one notices because they travel.

Mr. Tan has their parcels.Β 

He waters their plants.Β 

Checks on the residents.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

He knows who's in...

And who's not.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

Then -

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

Shoes.

Slightly moved.

The window was closed just now.

The towel - wasn't it folded to the left?

Folded to the right now.

See the fridge door through the window?

It's not shut tight.

A WhatsApp message from Mr. Tan.

"You forgot to turn off the stove."

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

Nothing was stolen.

Nothing was damaged.

Nothing to report.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

Mr. Tan passed by.

"You weren't sleeping well last night."

"Your living room light was on."

"Instant noodles are bad for you."

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

Just...neighbourly concern.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

I talked to him.

"How did you enter my home?"

Mr. Tan showed me a document.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

The management retains access.

It can conduct checks.

It can conduct inspections.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

Mr. Tan is its representative.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

I voted for him.

Thanked him.

Even gave him the spare key.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

This poem is about privacy.

About permission.

How safety can become intrusion.

Mr. Tan holds the key.

So do I.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

I gave it to him.

πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦³πŸ”‘πŸšͺπŸ‘€πŸ“±πŸ“„βœ”οΈ

Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Li. AI tags are coincidental.

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About the Creator

Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin

Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.

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  • Mariann Carrollabout 10 hours ago

    Our apartment building used to have a maintenance guy always going in my apartment. I got a spy camera. I showed it to someone who could do something about. He is no longer working in the building. This brought back memories.

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout 11 hours ago

    Oh my, this was soooo creeepppyyyy and unsettling! Loved it!

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