By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
I developed early, but the curves appeared like sand dunes on a shore line hard hit by waves. My first love was a waif like fair skin altar boy with big brown eyes. I kneel mostly during mass in the front row, closer to God or was it to the angel that served Him. On the left pews where all the women were segregated in the seventies, my doe eyes at nine ballooned unblinking trailed him in the full length white robe. His footsteps on pillows of clouds, from him emit rays of sunshine, and lingering fragrance of lilies from the valley.
Tôi lớn lên lúc khi còn non, thân mã nở nang lốm đốm như những bãi cát duyên hải tồn tại vì sóng. Người yêu đầu tiên là anh giúp lễ da trắng mỏng manh mắt tròn xanh biếc. Tôi quỳ triền…
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