The Last Prom Queen In Antarctica By Ocean Vuong

The Last Prom Queen In Antarctica By Ocean Vuong It’s true I’m all talk & a French tuck but so what. Like the wind, I ride my own life. Neon light electric in the wet part of roadkill on the street where I grew up. I want to take care of our planet because I […]

A Little Closer To The Edge By Ocean Vuong

A Little Closer To The Edge  By Ocean Vuong Young enough to believe nothingwill change them, they step, hand-in-hand, into the bomb crater. The night fullof  black teeth. His faux Rolex, weeks from shattering against her cheek, now dimslike a miniature moon behind her hair. In this version the snake is headless — stilledlike a cord unraveled from the lovers’ […]

Kissing In Vietnamese By Ocean Vuong

Kissing In Vietnamese By Ocean Vuong My grandmother kisses as if bombs are bursting in the backyard, where mint and jasmine lace their perfumes through the kitchen window, as if somewhere, a body is falling apart and flames are making their way back through the intricacies of a young boy’s thigh, as if to walk […]

Self-Portrait As Exit Wounds By Ocean Vuong

Self-Portrait As Exit Wounds By Ocean Vuong Instead, let it be the echo to every footstepdrowned out by rain, cripple the air like a name flung onto a sinking boat, splash the kapok’s barkthrough rot & iron of a city trying to forget the bones beneath its sidewalks, then throughthe refugee camp sick with smoke […]