Cin-digi Journal

Sunrise mist, citadel summer Think I wanna love you forever Know it's stupid, teenage foolish But your butterflies are like no other's. Sunny side up pretty face down Just as much as a waterfall You veered your car to the library's back lot How much youth we've got, the skies would know. Whipped cream on my lips Wiped it down, you tasted like strawberries Citadel Hill stands unblinking Shuffled, red cotton gingham.  The clock struck two hours past ten You flew in just to swear we're just friends Are we really? Behind the closed libraries After shared sugar cookies? You have that glow of siesta days I've nothing but coquettish daze. So pack our touches Book a plane to L.A Before you're  back to Sài Gòn , you'd say. One year later, Notre Dame winter Bến Thành sung its blistering blues Sài Gòn's never cold with us So we loved like our time was due. Stayed up past two a.m On the frozen floor, your touch warm Then Bitexco's helipad I saw and sixty-eig...

  The moon is specifically bright tonight. My eyes were half-opened and I could feel its light filtering through the crack of the curtains, through the frosty shadows, onto my eyelids and lashes and my skin. I had to wake up. I haven't seen anything so bright and melancholic in months. She's there watching over the world. Over us. Do you think so, too? I know you don't. It's been a long time since we last talked. I don't miss you anymore, but I asked her if you have missed me too. What does she know? Perhaps nothing since she's just a glowing rock who's incapable of hearing and has never been frightened before. But perhaps everything because hundreds of generations of the human kind have whispered wishes and prayed and sung and danced to her. Because she is so capable of being loved, because her guardian is wordless and resilient. The light from the neighbor's living room went out. No cars has passed this route for the past hours. Me. Just me and her and...