
Hieu Minh Nguyen
Can you imagine creating a place that loves every neighbor back? In this excerpt from Danez Smith’s magnificent poem, they invite us both to lament the way things are, and to be bold in imagining a future that could be. “no need for geography/ now that we’re safe everywhere.” What vision. (Click here to listen From “summer, somewhere”)
somewhere, a sun. below, boys brown
as rye play the dozens & ball, jump
in the air & stay there. boys become new
moons, gum-dark on all sides, beg bruise
-blue water to fly, at least tide, at least
spit back a father or two. I won’t get started.
history is what it is. it knows what it did.
bad dog. bad blood. bad day to be a boy
color of a July well spent. but here, not earth
not heaven, boys can’t recall their white shirt
turned a ruby gown. here, there is no language
for officer or law, no color to call white.
if snow fell, it’d fall black. please, don’t call
us dead, call us alive someplace better.
we say our own names when we pray.
we go out for sweets & come back. Read more
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