Minh Châu

Tag: poetry

  • Poetry

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    Minh Châu
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    In front of an open door I hesitate. The voice says come in and I rummage through my body but I have nothing to offer. The voice says give what I lack so I step in and the floor creaks. A crack. The voice says fix it so I bend down and there arise letters…

  • Home

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    Minh Châu
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    is your mother’s hand spreading soft butter on your bread and as your half-dead morning eyes are not looking, she sneaks a green apple into your lunch box because apples are healthy. Have you eaten? What did you have for dinner? Home is your mother’s kitchen: you drooling fools suffocating in the sweet scent of…