Night Sky with Exit Wounds

by Ocean Vuong

If you must know anything, know that you were born because no one else was coming.

Don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here? I was still here once.

Maybe we pray on our knees because god only listens when we’re this close to the devil.

They say the sky is blue but I know it’s black seen through too much distance.

Maybe the tongue is also a key.