Time Is a Mother

I always like what Vuong writes, but I think the timing wasn't right for me and it just didn't click with me this time like On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous did.

3.5 stars

I enjoyed it but many poems lacked deeper meaning but overall it was a pretty good time.

'how else do we return to ourselves but to fold the page so it points to the good part'
'how come the past tense is always longer? is the memory of a song the shadow of a sound or is that too much?'
'i'm on the cliff of myself & these aren't wings, they're futures'
'it doesn't have to make sense to be real'
'the air holds your voice as it holds its own'
'o human, i'm not mad at you for winning but that you never wished for more.'
'my favorite kind of darkness is the one inside us, i want to tell him'
'maybe, like you, i was one of those people who loves the world most when i'm rock-bottom in my fast car going nowhere'
'you're smiling because the stars are just stars & you know we'll only live once this time'
'the way death enters anything fully without a trace'
'unlike feelings, blood gets realer when you feel it'
'what if it wasn't the crash that made us, but the debris?'
because the fairy tales were right. you'll need sorcery to make it out of here'
'how you say what you mean changes what you say'
'but to live like a bullet, to touch people with such intention'