from the garden

by Aarani Diana

Drunken sailor in the wind 

pink flowers falling away 

from home. In the 

flick of a butterfly’s 

wing there is a story I want to tell 

you — I want to give life to words and 

create worlds for you. 

There’s ash and 

dust in my body. A 

weariness from beyond my time. 

Sweet lipped bougainvillea, 

my bitter mouth. 

Cracked porcelain pots 

left in the dirt. 

When does a body become a 

home — and do I grow a 

garden there?

Aarani Diana is a writer and poet from Petaling Jaya, Malaysia. Her work has appeared in Orange Blush Zine and  Journal of Erato, and she is a staff writer for Love Letters and the Incognito Press. She also publishes her own blog, sparkoftheflames.com.