Soft as emerging

Dawn
An oozing yolk
A liminal space

In the early morning hours
On a rooftop in Sham Shui Po
Anything is possible

You read Little Red Riding Hood
With your six year old neighbour

Her mother decides to
Pay you
In persimmons

What do you call this
But tenderness?

What is it
But
A final protest.

Aarohi Narain is a writer from New Delhi currently based in Hong Kong where she is an English teacher at an under-resourced youth college. Read other articles by Aarohi, or visit Aarohi's website.