Happy hour came and went,
and I am spent.
What does it all mean?
In the small hours
I devour what is sweet and sour
Leave behind the bitter coffee beans
Whiskeys in a deathtrap
Just before my nap
Ah the gap
Between you and I
What does it all mean?
It is what it is.
Somewhat bliss.
Thank you for having me.
To you I send my kindest of regards.
Xuan Hong NguyenTam NguyenLê Vĩnh Mai TrinhBui Quang VienHà Vũ TrọngTống Phước BảoLê Vĩnh TàiLy DoiNguyễn Văn Thiện
[and the unmentioned faces imprinted in my heart; the mere passerby]
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.
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