Out of the Margins

"When my mother met my father on a Californian campus in 1983, they stood under a tree which bore fruit foreign to both. My mother brought one home cupped in the palm of her hand, and her mother planted the seed. Together the women shared its flesh. Together the women shared flesh."
It'd been a long time since he last went to Nhu Thị's hermitage to see Đĩ Đực and then, driven by hormones, not situation, seduced the painter in the very room the painting was hung. Are men cursed or what!
I      h u s h   the etymology of your fingers / By tasting the eternal night   around their  tips
Thinking of home, / I wonder where it lies. / Among mirror strangers or / foreign friends.
You’d think the fell they monged would be / day’s cut, mountain ash & red gum, hard / lumber sluiced down the river named / Falls, over the falls named Dight...

Im Lặng – Silence

Our bodies like empty vases / Each in our own corner / Covering faces with hands / Each crying alone in our own hearts... Chiếc bình thân thể rỗng / Mỗi người đứng một góc / Tự ôm lấy mặt mình / Lẻ loi riêng mình khóc...