| The narrow clearing down to the river I walk alone, out of breath my body catching on each branch. Small children maneuver around me. Often, I want to return to my old body a body I also hated, but hate less given knowledge. Sometimes my friends—my friends who are always beautiful & heartbroken look at me like they know I will die before them. I think the life I want is the life I have, but how can I be sure? There are days when I give up on my body but not the world. I am alive. I know this. Alive now to see the world, to see the river rupture everything with its light. Copyright © 2017 Hieu Minh Nguyen. Used with permission of the author. |
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