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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Cut me open, you won’t find a heart (21)

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the poet, born 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.

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

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

There's magic in translating a body of work from one language to another.

5 replies on “Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Cut me open, you won’t find a heart (21)”

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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