#time is a mother
“how our hands hurt us, then give us / the world. How you can love the world / until there’s nothing left to love / but yourself.”
— Ocean Vuong, Tell Me Something Good
— Ocean Vuong, Ars Poetica as the Maker
— Ocean Vuong, Reasons for Staying
— Ocean Vuong, The Punctum
How else do we return
to ourselves but to fold
the page so it points to
the good part.
- Ocean Vuong, “Time is a Mother”
& we’re just too tired
to walk home we’re
just two boys lyingin the snow &
you’re smiling because the stars
are just stars & you knowwe’ll only live once
this time—Ocean Vuong, from “Dear T,” Time Is a Mother
— Reasons for Staying, Ocean Vuong
[text ID: Because this body is my last address.]
The Bull, Ocean Vuong
I didn’t
want him. I didn’t want him to
be beautiful—but needing beauty
to be more than hurt gentle
enough to hold, I
reached for him. I reached—not the bull—
but the depths. Not an answer but
an entrance the shape of
an animal. Like me.
—Ocean Vuong, from “The Bull,” Time Is a Mother