Lê Vĩnh Tài | SAIGON IN LOCKDOWN (303.23/56)


By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm


it’s nothing but a short romantic tryst

like that of the bee and a flower

when the petals are dead

but the bee return still

buzzing around dancing

waiting for a new flower to bloom

love that flower

just as much as the one before


as though these flowers all smell the same

but people are different

no one has a story like yours

no one has the kind of troubles you have

no one smells like you

even after you’ve been dead in an alley for three days

even though they’re busy

busy with the supplies of instant noodles


and the way we have let you go

consuming the sun and the tears

secretly waiting


not like the bee searching for nectar

we’re hopeful when we’re in love

not like the bee

our wings are…

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