I spend as little as a fiver
for a bottle of enjoyment
and spend some tasteless banter
for my own amusement
I often come with plans to devour
then bring back an armload of materials
I come, even on days when I’m not sure
what I am having later?
I don’t have to spend plenty
to expect much in return
all this joy kept in frames, neatly
I would take at a swipe of the hand
no poem is sold under the label “instant”
nor love canned for convenience
but standing in front of this overwhelming illusion
doesn’t it look like I still have options?
as long as I don’t choose (to be) the bad person
who splurges half-hearted dalliance
not knowing what to get in exchange for it all
I spend tonight on a paper roll
watching my words glow
smolder, then vaporize
Brighton, 2/2023
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this piece was originally written in Vietnamese
Thu writes here 