for a motionless midnight

by Willow Kang

clouds form the afternoon’s paraphernalia:

here, a closet,

there, a heart-shaped necklace

like an overripe apple tree

that once bloomed & does not understand existence

without blossoming, I am a chrysanthemum

feasting on nebulae,

on anemic ghosts

waiting, for moonlight to thaw.

Willow Kang is a writer from Singapore, where she is studying. Her current preoccupations include taking naps, and taking naps. While not in school, Willow reads a copious amount of fairytales and writes the same way to keep herself sane. Coffee breaks are also on her mind.