Sometimes a step too early
becomes the right step out of
inevitability.
Read my pen so eager for the paper it plants
the first kiss before my command
and with every kiss destroys the delete key.
If it takes too much effort to find new paper then
our love can
only go on …
Let’s see what forest grows out of cut trees.
A forest of cacti is
still life
even if, in Feng Shui, they would say it is full
of 杀气—
the kind of breath that kills.
Celine Low is a nomad writer, painter, dancer and secret bathroom-singer currently housed in India. She holds an MA in English Literature, and her writing is either published or forthcoming in the Muddy River Poetry Review, Beyond Words, and Quince Magazine, among others. Read more of her poetry on Instagram @_ckye.