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amateur horticulture

Nicholas Quek, Singapore

 

I could never get the right amount of fertiliser. Or 

water, for the matter. Deciding between too loose and 

too tight while alternating brands and mixtures 

became too much to bear. If only I could ask Nüwa 

how she moulded her dolls so effortlessly, 

sustaining their elusive breaths. All I could do was 

bury things and wait. After visiting the arboretum, I 

ran my boots clean with bare fingers, tracing 

wetness too faint to remain. When the seeds

 

we planted failed to stir, you brought them home. 

They blossomed soon after, each pot an ecosystem 

nurtured by your sunshine. Some days remain 

muddied still - but in your eyes, I see right through 

every breath lost when you soften in my arms. These 

fingers have learnt to excavate your wetness from 

red earth, so that bare skin may bloom once more. 

Perhaps there is no perfect amount of care: only the 

patience to sift through silt, and the grit to try again.

 

Nicholas Quek (he/him) is a moment between breaths, subsisting on borrowed time. He is a physician functioning at variable capacity, and a member of the literary collective zerosleep. During his downtime, he makes playlists, and maintains a strange love for the anima methodi. Every morning, he relearns how to comfort always.

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