I don't know the name of the white mare swaying in early light, her mane tinged blue
with rain, but my mouth has found the warmest vein beneath
her jaw—and so what if my bones were hammered
into the shape of a man's regret. I'm only here to increase
the silence, despite music. And it's hard to pray with just one word
in the chamber—but I try. Like you, I try, willing as the hand that holds me.
Like you, I thought I heard the thunder of a world coming to its end.
It was only the sound of hooves running nowhere.
83 The Paris-American
Born in Saigon, Vietnam, Ocean Vuong is the author of two chapbooks: No (YesYes Books, 2013) and Burnings (Sibling Rivalry Press, 2010), which was selected by the American Library Association's "Over The Rainbow" list of recommended LGBT reading. A Kundiman Fellow, he is a recipient of a 2012 Stanley Kunitz Memorial Prize, an Academy of American Poets Prize, as well as six Pushcart Prize nominations. Poems appear in American Poetry Review, Verse Daily, Southern Indiana Review, Guernica, Poetry Northwest and Drunken Boat, amongst others. Recently, he was awarded a 2013 Poets House Emerging Writers Fellowship and was a finalist for the "Discovery"/Boston Review Poetry Prize. He lives in Queens, NY. (www.oceanvuong.tumblr.com)
