For Li
Here’s a dream: two girls, shelling crabs with our fingers, dip yellow sauce of peanuts and roe. Next to the ocean, hearts open to a conversation in the night breeze. Nine breaths are all it takes to let pain through. Here’s a question: If you are not in tears, are you living? On an open field, we sow seeds that will one day grow into an oasis, a trail of rocks and sandy roots, to call home. With motion, the ocean sets us afloat. Here’s a secret: The brightest stars shine someplace only the tidal waves carry us to see. Written in Hanoi, Vietnam October 2024 & Febuary 2025,
