Ocean Vuong
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meghnaRespond to the given poem from your point of view, focusing on specific words, patterns, images, or any other aspect of the text that appeals to you.
Excerpt from: Ocean Vuong’s “Night Sky with Exit Wounds”.
Why do all my books leave me empty-handed?
In Vietnamese, the word for grenade is “bom,” from the French “pomme,”
meaning “apple.”
Or was it American for “bomb”?
Woke up screaming with no sound. The room filling with a bluish water
called dawn. Went to kiss grandma on the forehead
just in case.
An American soldier fucked a Vietnamese farmgirl. Thus my mother exists.
Thus I exist. Thus no bombs = no family = no me.
Yikes.
Excerpt from: Ocean Vuong’s “Night Sky with Exit Wounds”.
Why do all my books leave me empty-handed?
In Vietnamese, the word for grenade is “bom,” from the French “pomme,”
meaning “apple.”
Or was it American for “bomb”?
Woke up screaming with no sound. The room filling with a bluish water
called dawn. Went to kiss grandma on the forehead
just in case.
An American soldier fucked a Vietnamese farmgirl. Thus my mother exists.
Thus I exist. Thus no bombs = no family = no me.
Yikes.
