Three Poems Kristine Ong Muslim Muslim Page 1   [Listen to readings of these poems.] A Random Event #1 All paths are contrived to look invisible even if the source of the light is just a single pinhole. Crowds gather wherever there is something to see, but the most memorable things happen in private. So I do not join the crowd; I do not care what I've missed. I pull myself out of the husk that attempts to recreate all the trappings of a full-blown world. I am the saddest subset in the Venn diagram. A Random Event #2 I wear fear with ease; it is the hilt that limits the descent of the blade. Invisibility is flattery. I sashay to be ignored. The colors of the party move on~without me. Memory is a landscape dotted by uneven streaks of time. I imagine tearing apart the duality~ the landmarks in such a landscape are randomly placed, but the entirety of the scene is contrived.