prepared me for
into the empty
A Blackout Poem based on the poem below by Heiu Minh Nguyen:
Uptown, Minneapolis, Minnesota
Even though it’s May & the ice cream truck
parked outside my apartment is somehow certain,
I have a hard time believing winter is somehow,
all of a sudden, over — the worst one of my life,
the woman at the bank tells me. Though I’d like to be,
it’s impossible to be prepared for everything.
Even the mundane hum of my phone catches me
off guard today. Every voice that says my name
is a voice I don’t think I could possibly leave
(it’s unfair to not ask for the things you need)
even though I think about it often, even though
is a train headed somewhere I’d probably hate.
Crossing Lyndale to meet a friend for coffee
I have to maneuver around a hearse that pulled too far
crosswalk. It’s empty. Perhaps spring is here.
it will all be worth it. Even though I knew|
even then it was worth it, staying, I mean. waiting for me.
Even now, there is someone, somehow,