instead, the poem begins when
the bathroom light brims my hands
till they unfold as an entrance
to those questions long exiled
because no wonder
it’s always good yes i’m always best
at the workshop of sinking
the moisture a thick
body. i hold i hold
until it bursts into a singed voice & knows anyway
this holding has some weight so hands
o starved grasp
this light again fattened
with flesh, just for you i’ll be water –
for you the density, three yesyesyes.
Duy Quang Mai (born 2002) Vietnam
Source: The Lifted Brow
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