& nothing less. For hunger is to give
the body what it knows
it cannot keep. That this amber light
whittled down by another war
is all that pins my hand
to your chest.
***
to your chest.
***
In the life before this one, you could tell
two people were in love
because when they drove the pick up
over the bridge, their wings
would grow back just in time
Some days I am still inside the pick up
Some days I keep waiting.
--Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
