Hà Nội, Việt Nam

I’ve started drinking black coffee
and speaking silent prayers
whenever anything is too beautiful.
We light the balcony with incense
and we breathe.

And when the sun has escaped us,
when we dance to shitty pop songs,
(when we are light as balloons)
you don’t understand my ecstasy
as I feel myself floating away.

I’m wearing your shirt.
It’s stench of smoke and sweat
just so very unfamiliar.
And when I am quiet,
I am more still than I have ever been at home.

The music and lights are flighty.
People blow their smoke amongst my eyes
and your shirt is wrapped up in it, but I,
I have been silent for a while now,
and I think this might be a way to meditate.