Between the clay banks of the Eastern Shore of Maryland and the brackish waters of the Chesapeake Bay there is a beach a thousand miles long. The sand is fine enough, but it is sharp with oyster shells and rough with stones the color of ox...
Forgive me, husband, that I do not look my best. It is a long journey by train from Há Nôi to Láo Cai 12 hours; that much remains the same.
Like a hole so big it swallows itself every night and cries O in the morning— that much, little boy coughing up sunlight.
