By Aarani Diana
Let me tell you about my summer.
It’s a series of fragments —abstract images
that catalyse together in memory’s haze,
Fingers stiff from crochet. A black cat’s
warmth dissolving into skin. Train rides
tinted with warm oranges. Translated Japanese
poetry and other good sentences. Soft
rock music from make-out playlists.
Chai lattes with oat milk. Thrifted clothes
and the heat, it’s always so damn
hot here, I may go mad.
And then there is you, sparkling
and shining and lovely.
You’re a rosy-pink haze to where my
world is blue.
Let me tell you about love,
My cat sometimes sits with me when I
write poetry. Handwritten notes. Cell phone
charms catching on everything. Sending new outfit photos to
friends far away. Sometimes I make cakes
just for the heck of it, because I think my
family will be happy to have it in the house.
Your eyes, your hand on the back of
my neck, the way your skin is spread
over your cheekbones, the way your nose
looks in profile, tinted with the kind early evening colours
when we drive to dinner.
And you, and you, and you. I love the beautiful world
when I share it with you.
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.
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