I had a plan. I would chance upon a mountain spring. Glacial. Immaculate.
FICTION
WIT TEA
Horse Poetica
Ask permission before approaching someone else’s poem.
TRANSLATION
You and I on the Motorbike
Translated from Vietnamese by Phương Anh
MICRO
Self-Portrait as Top Surgery Scars
You asked to be handsome and were
handed a lullaby.
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