I didn’t know that the war was still inside you, that there was a war to begin with, that once it enters you it never leaves—but merely echoes
– A Letter to My Mother that She Will Never Read
“
Tell me the
story
again,
of the sparrows who flew from falling Rome,
their blazed wings.
How ruin nested inside each thimbled throat
& made it sing
—OCEAN VUONG, SEVENTH CIRCLE OF EARTH.
again,
of the sparrows who flew from falling Rome,
their blazed wings.
How ruin nested inside each thimbled throat
& made it sing
—OCEAN VUONG, SEVENTH CIRCLE OF EARTH.
don’t be afraid.
The end of the road is so far ahead
it is already behind us.
Don’t worry. Your father is only your father
until one of you forgets. Like how the spine
won’t remember its wings
no matter how many times our knees
kiss the pavement…
get up. The most beautiful part of your body
is where it’s headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world…
The end of the road is so far ahead
it is already behind us.
Don’t worry. Your father is only your father
until one of you forgets. Like how the spine
won’t remember its wings
no matter how many times our knees
kiss the pavement…
get up. The most beautiful part of your body
is where it’s headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world…
