In ecstasy
he seeks
as she flees

If thoughts be bars to jump
to that beautiful chinar
outside my window

Let them die.

Or not?

A tree is still a tree is just a tree is a tree

If reasons want to exist
Let them exist

Not the right moment to
leap that faith
if they still exist

You will know it
when you no longer need
to think about it


CHANG WEN studied Comparative Literature at NYU. She writes poems and enjoys traveling to no man’s land. Her work has appeared in With Painted Words and elsewhere. She is currently in Shanghai working on a poetry-play hybrid centered on wine, over-consumerism and psychotics.