Three Poems | Vi Khi Nao

SNOW WHITE PAINTED HER LIPS WITH MY SPERM & IF THE SEA IS HER MIRROR & MY BELLY IS HER SKY IN WHICH YOUR OIL RECOILS, YOUR COCOA BUTTER HOVERS, YOUR PIGMENT MY CUPID’S BOW

• ​​ You give plutonic birth to death

• ​​ Fading heavily in your graveyard

• ​​ The wars, the hungers, the infant birth defects

• ​​ I travel the night in my labyrinth, chthonic nightgown

• ​​ I wilt the widows

• ​​ I wither the orphans

• ​​ Demeter wandering above like deistic priests

• ​​ Her daughter revolutionizes my personal

• ​​ Diary of genocide

• ​​ Wheat and winter

• ​​ Calories and protean proteins

• ​​ Diploid grass mourning the Bronte sisters in the wind

I’M GOING TO HOLD YOUR MONEY HOSTAGE IF YOU ARE NOT NICE TO ME & ACCOMMODATIONS ARE 2X $$ DURING X-MAS[1]

• ​​ This is canh chua shrimp &

• ​​ Mực [hấp hành gừng]

• ​​ It’s pretty beat up

• ​​ And, I don’t know what national security mortgage is

• ​​ I am over bleeding​​ 

• ​​ About 1/2 cup of menstrual blood every half an hour

• ​​ They will overnight it​​ 

• ​​ Remotely

• ​​ That’s the day I close

• ​​ How is your heart?

• ​​ Are you watching? We cancel each other out of internet

• ​​ Disregard silver ear buds

• ​​ They usually sleep downstairs​​ 

[1]​​ Prompt: A poem using text messages sent to a family

JEAN-MICHEL BASQUIAT BORROWS MY FACE FOR​​ READY PLAYER ONE, HOW EAGER, HOW WILLING HALLIDAY’S DEATH SERVED MY SIMULATED ARCHIVE WHILE MY MEMORY HIDES OUT IN A SORRENTO NIGHTCLUB, WHILE DESTINY EXISTS IN PARZIVAL DRIVING BACKWARDS INTO SPACE MEANWHILE NICOLAS CAGE

• ​​ Becomes

• ​​ Two-faced​​ 

• ​​ In las vegas

• ​​ Hairy chest like a roof made of​​ 

• ​​ Black grass, black hay

• ​​ Your

• ​​ Poor money management

• ​​ Your bald eyebrows

• ​​ Spreading eagle on my television screen

• ​​ The first woman i ever loved​​ 

• ​​ Thought you were so sexy

• ​​ She was Chinese