drink a jug
of sunshine
straight up—
by the river
engorged with victims
down from the hills—
bodies
roiling in mud
geyser-blown
the sun—
it’s work undone—
unperturbed
in the blue
clear
above
“i’m writing these words to quench my thirst. i write alone in the hopes that i would write myself into exhaustion.”
— Truong Tran / from “begin again”
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