Night Sky With Exit Wounds

You can get lost in every book

but you’ll never forget yourself

the way god forgets

his hands.

When they ask you

where you’re from,

tell them your name

was fleshed from the toothless mouth

of a war-woman.

That you were not born

but crawled, headfirst—

into the hunger of dogs. My son, tell them

the body is a blade that sharpens

by cutting.

Ocean Vuong, ‘Night Sky With Exit Wounds’.

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