Cut me open
You won’t find a heart
Search for me in my children
In their minds my soul
In their fists pieces of me
My kidneys are on ice
My liver in slices
___oozing the poison of my youth
My tongue is not short of evidence
My eyes have seen you
My brain is a nest of cobwebs
___a collection of beaming quavers crotchets
I have no recollection of ever having a pulse.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.