By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Cut me open
You won’t find a heart
Search for me in my children
In their minds my soul
In their fists pieces of me
My kidneys on ice
My liver in slices
___oozing the poison of my youth
My tongue not short of evidence
My eyes have seen you
My brain is a nest of cobwebs
___a collection of beaming quavers crotchets
I have no recollection of ever having a pulse.
09.2019
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When there isn’t a heart, then only because yours was taken away.
When there isn’t a heart, then the thief will pay.
When there isn’t a heart, it might come back to you.
Recovered from an ice age, millions of years, thousands.
Like a shocking moment, as if you once died and were born again.
Like thousands of volts rushing through your body, a heart ignited again.
My words meaningless, if you would be alone with this.
It would mean nothing, if your heart would stay blue forever.
A hole to be filled by nothing ever.
But I know you have a heart.
Otherwise you would write about it.
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