Poetry Appreciation #8
Apr. 30th, 2025 06:09 pmThe Last Prom Queen in Antarctica by Ocean Vuong
It's true I'm all talk & a French tuckbut so what. Like the wind, I ride
my own life. Neon light electric
in the wet part of a roadkill
on the street where I cut my teeth
on the good sin. I want to
take care of our planet
because I need a beautiful
graveyard. It's true I'm not a writer
but a faucet underwater. When the flood comes
I'll raise my hand so they know
who to shoot. The sky flashes. The sea
yearns. I myself
am hell. Everyone's here. Sometimes
I go to parties just to dangle my feet
out of high windows, among people.
from Time is a Mother - pg. 36