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the morning a poem, my bed a chrysalis by Kika Man 文詠玲

featuring chen chen

earlier today, poet chen chen wrote
about the ideal morning. no wonder
it features poetry and coffee.
missed the tapping of our dog
on the wooden floor, tile floor, on the parquet.
another dog in a cartoon told me this.
the way a morning is more
than fresh bed sheets, silk suits
on a hot day. I moved here
to greet mornings as such,
but they remain distant.
the nights too short to turn
liquid and re-form.
that same poet once wrote
how to keep a tender heart despite

Kika Man 文詠玲 (they/them) is a writer from Belgium and Hong Kong. They emphasize tenderness and platonic affections above all. Kika is part of Slam-T, the author of Let the Mourning Come (2022), and a PhD Candidate in Cultural Studies at CUHK. You can find Kika @kikawinling (Twitter/Instagram) and her blog at


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