to write of love
of maple tree make-believe intimacies
to want so much you don’t know why you want so much
is often to forget
moments as simple as vì sao
“ba tự hào về con”
i know of a man
and he is the kingdom we all could be
he is loud
but there are things even he cannot say out
“just try doing”
cause he knows,
oh he knows
and he makes sure that i know
that not every man can be the forest we write about
so he stays quiet
he does and he shows
he even throws the nastiest syllables when he can
but every shovel i’ve eaten
and every bit of dirt he’s given
is the canopy over me
he lets the light peekaboo just enough
for the birds to gleam and whistle
and for the trees to hum
how he loves me
and only when i sing along
does he fully hand me the scrapbook he’s kept
of the flower that i am
mình biết về ba và khu vườn ngoài sân
the one he waters and trims
and decorates
the one he never speaks of until new years day
when the pink cherry blossoms beam
when he knows
that he has loved
the garden that he sees
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