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.
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SEPTEMBER 2019
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.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm 
This is outstanding Trâm. You can feel the unrest and pain. Great piece. ❤️🦋🥰 Sending my love.
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Thank you Joni, I was very angry at the time. 🙂
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It was beautiful. Sadness and anger is part of life. I enjoy your raw energy in your poem. That is a great thing, it helps us think. Your work is honest and one of the things I love so much about reading you. 🦋❤️🤗
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Thank you kind heart. ❤ U
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It’s good. I like the form. Also the liver part i had to chuckle totally reminds me of the decade I lived 3 lifetimes, survived it, my liver hates me I’m sure.
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life is a satire? 🙂
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