Ocean  Vuong

A haunting debut that is simultaneously dreamlike and visceral, vulnerable and redemptive, and risks the painful rewards of emotional honesty.

Night Sky with Exit Wounds

the night is also a grave we climb out of 

um. depression's eating away at me lately & the way this hit me so hard.

If you must know anything, know that the hardest task is to live only once.

I'm reaching across the trunk for a shard of your memory.

… the night is also a grave we climb out of …

Maybe we pray on our knees because god only listens when we’re this close to the devil.

The stars are not hereditary. —Emily Dickinson.

Know that I never chose which way the seasons turned. That it was always October in my throat & you: every leaf refusing to rust.

Even sweetness can scratch the throat, so stir the sugar well. —Grandma.

"Sometimes I ask for too much just to feel my mouth overflow"