Night Sky With Exit Wounds
Vuong, Ocean
2016
Cooper Canyon Press
English
“In the body, where everything has a price, I was a beggar. On my knees, I watched, through the keyhole, not the man showering, but the rain falling through him: guitar strings snapping over his globed shoulders.”
Vuong, Ocean
2016
Cooper Canyon Press
English
“In the body, where everything has a price, I was a beggar. On my knees, I watched, through the keyhole, not the man showering, but the rain falling through him: guitar strings snapping over his globed shoulders.”
Vuong, Ocean
2016
Cooper Canyon Press
English
“In the body, where everything has a price, I was a beggar. On my knees, I watched, through the keyhole, not the man showering, but the rain falling through him: guitar strings snapping over his globed shoulders.”