Anh Nguyen
Who do you love?
the river asked the fawn
cutting away
her spoiled edges,
the claret
of her skin.
Do you love
the bite of winter,
snap, to a cricket's call
his pensive gapes,
from hollowed water
baiting flaxen fronds’ fall
Or do you love
the passer-by,
that shoots the doe with
arrowheads, cutting
the crisp silence
of nightfall, giving
her only present;
a cry.
Anh wants to work in a bookstore that has cats. She likes insects, fountain pens, Rachmaninoff, and films where people talk too much.
