By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Congratulations to you sir, you’re yet forty-six, your mother gave birth to you standing up, her legs wide open. You poor thing, did you bump your head on the way out? You read books, you know how to spell, you know how to compose poetry?
I like to congratulate you, sir, you are a clever young man, you do not live in the past like me, I carry the dead in my heart. Gosh, the women with their legs wide open, the daughters, the fathers who had to watch, the daughters who had never once bled? Dear God, the dead people, they roam the street all over the world, they go to work, they read books, they have no time to dream, no time for poetry.
I truly pity you, young sir, I’m sorry master that you have to bear the sight of an aging forty-six-year-old middle-aged woman like me.
Yes, yes I beg you on my knees for the last time, let me love and adore such an incredible magnificent young master like you.
May 2021
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“One need be afraid of no one. If you fear somebody then it is due to the fact that he has power over you”
Cain- Hermann Hesse
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