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Ocean Vuong

  • Fernanda Cisneroshas quoted2 years ago
    To be or not to be. That is the question. A question, yes, but not a choice.
  • Ranna Subhanhas quoted2 years ago
    How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet
  • Ranna Subhanhas quoted2 years ago
    He laughs despite knowing he has ruined every beautiful thing just to prove beauty cannot change him
  • Ranna Subhanhas quoted2 years ago
    the burning rooms he mistook for childhood
  • liahas quoted2 years ago
    I kneel beside him to see how far

    I might sink. Do you know who I am,

    Ba? But the answer never comes. The answer

    is the bullet hole in his back, brimming

    with seawater. He is so still I think

    he could be anyone’s father
  • liahas quoted2 years ago
    I turn him

    over. To face it. The cathedral

    in his sea-black eyes. The face

    not mine—but one I will wear

    to kiss all my lovers good-night:

    the way I seal my father’s lips

    with my own & begin

    the faithful work of drowning.
  • liahas quoted2 years ago
    He moves like any

    other fracture, revealing the briefest doors. The dress

    petaling off him like the skin

    of an apple. As if their swords

    aren’t sharpening

    inside him. This horse with its human

    face. This belly full of blades

    & brutes. As if dancing could stop the heart

    of his murderer from beating

    between his ribs.
  • liahas quoted2 years ago
    I open my eyes. His face
    between my hands, wet as a cut. If we make it to shore, he says, I will name our son after this water. I will learn to love a monster.
  • liahas quoted2 years ago
    He laughs but his eyes betray him. He laughs despite knowing he has ruined every beautiful thing just to prove beauty cannot change him.
  • liahas quoted2 years ago
    Everyone’s shouting or singing and he can’t tell whether the song is for him—or the burning rooms he mistook for childhood.
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