what becomes of the spring (after Ocean Vuong’s “Aubade With Burning City”)

Illustration by Abigail Dring

         in the night
                               she was melting so

                                                        she undressed                                (me) like a dream

                          try to touch      her,                  hands-free

                   & left me                                                                                             

                                                                                         daffodils, everywhere

The years fell away or plummeted
pummeling one on top
of the one before that ended too soon
we ended too soon

America, my love, Oh country
Oh, circus of
Fools each one drops like a dance we’ve never rehearsed but you know by heart this is how i know you were meant for me

                                                                                               of course,              they laugh
                                                                                       of course,             they panic after
                                                                           of course,                                  they lunge 
                                                                                                when they smell my stench
                                                                                                they hunger for mass

Hysteria,
i am not sure if i am breathing or already gone, lover or                            evacuation 
They call me a deadly crisis
They warn each other not to breathe me in 
i am far from home
& you have no manners
Oh! fireworks and the eyes which hold the whole bleeding sky 
They do not see me coming in the dark
They, full of barbecues and forgetfulness
i decided to make you a home out of dead things, out of blooming

i want a pool reflecting the sky, i want to witness each walking America tremble into a bouquet
i want to hurl it at the altar of your God and tell you
He is never coming back
i want to tell you He did not leave you in this life, you left Him and no one you love is ever coming back

America, you are starving for my blood on the pavement
You want to see my porcelain bruised
i want to see your eyes swell of softer hues just this once
But they grow into ravaged beasts you scare me instead, of course
with how much you don’t care to know, i should have known you want my eyelids, petals on the ground

 

daffodils, everywhere

Yellow

                                    settles
                                              on the

earth 

                                                                     you might have 

                                                                                          mistaken it for 

                                                                                                                       sunlight

Her mother sings to her a
Vietnamese lullaby &
You tuck her in
the earth
every night,

Whisper           open        like the spring &
Watch her bloom in
the morning

You don’t respect my cause America
You never get what this is all really about
America
You soak your feet in my dawn
You laugh at the tickle of a fire after i torch your country
You take my lovers instead of me & the bodies still burning turn

Over in
            their graves 
remember 
i wanted to laugh
but you never notice 
i am crying
for you,               America
as i sing you to sleep

daffodils,                              everywhere