Ran into another banger of a poem from Ocean Vuong. I get all my poetry from instagram and tiktok which is probably a bad thing. But it still hits like a brick.
Don't you know? A mother's love
neglects pride
the way fire
neglects the cries
of those it burns.
This is just lovely.
The one I ran into today was:
Brooklyn's too cold tonight & all my friends are three years away.
The longing in these words and the nostalgia are palatable.
I've ordered the book, night sky with exit wounds.
Bit of a break from our regular programming.