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Ocean Vuong

2022-04-18

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.

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 and 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.