Pretty Little Girl
- after Ocean Vuong
Look at her, isn’t she pretty?
Where she’s from, it’s normal to eat fish eyes.
Keep your eyes on her.
Don’t get too close.
She will soon burst into flames and try to burn you down.
Is this a blurry memory of my dreams or did I dream of someone’s blurry memories?
Oh, I wish she would say something.
Then I can check that she’s taking deep enough breaths.
That there’s still something left in her little body.
It’s almost like she’s tired of us talking about her.
Why are you crying?
Oh, no. I’m not drunk, girl.
I just don’t believe you’ve died.
The sadness in me ends in her tonight.
- Sappy
