Time is a mother

I Snow Theory This is the best day ever I haven't killed a thing since 2006 The darkness out there, wet as a newborn I dog-eared the book & immediately Thought of masturbation How else do we return to ourselves but to fold The page so it points to the good part Another country burning on TV What we'll always have is something we lost In the snow, the dry outline of my mother Promise me you won't vanish again, I said She lay there awhile, thinking it over One by one the houses turned off their lights I lay down over her outline, to keep her true Together we made an angel It looked like something being destroyed in a blizzard I haven't killed a thing since Excerpted from Time Is a Mother by Ocean Vuong All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.