By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Dear Pen Pal,
Knock knock on the decades
The littered letters hugged you
Knock on the casket
A mummy of you inside
Your blood seeping through the bandages(the jest)
They – saw you
(you, with no use for clothes)
Knocking
On the heart of one thought dead
a poet.
Tặng anh Hứa Hiếu (a jester)
October 2019
