Dang Huy

I remember when
we took you from your
house
raped you for hours
...

Crying children
aren't so big
in the emergency
No one wants to die
...

My life
is poetry
and chill
I do not drink
...

The romantic

From the clouds they picked him
bled him Three times
...

A colorful display of poverty
congeals in the city I remember, surprisingly oblivious
where a fickle sort of beauty dangles like a cord
and key in tightened throats of meager folk.
...