And what is also true is that the heaviness of your absence will be silently crushing me everyday for the rest of my days. My devotion to you, my complete devotion to our love, begs me to find you everywhere, in each miraculous corner of this earth. I have known miracles before, so I know you are with me. To chase your tastes and tickles… your waters. To swim in your waters, again. I never wanted this, ah. I will live for you, my darling, and my home, I will live for you. - Nyeneplu

i refuse to be right — the goal is to be wrong in interesting ways

''I think no one saves us in this world, but people give us the tools so that we can transform towards our own rescue. And I think that is true of poems. We write them, and they're good enough, and then we let them go. Part of the act of writing is, is abandonment.''

Ocean Vuong in interview with The Louisiana Channel.

It is the writer, the painter, and not the realist, who is intimate with the material world, who knows its smells and tastes because they are fresh in her nostrils, full in her mouth. What her hand touches, she feels.