ARAR
When the prison guards burned his manuscripts, Nguyễn Chí
Thiện couldn’t stop
laughing—the 283 poems already inside him.
- Ocean Vuong
Torso of Air
Ocean Vuong
Suppose you do change your life.
& the body is more than
a portion of night—sealed
with bruises. Suppose you woke
& found your shadow replaced
by a black wolf. The boy, beautiful
& gone. So you take the knife to the wall
instead. You carve & carve
until a coin of light appears
& you get to look in, at last,
on happiness. The eye
staring back from the other side—
waiting.
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