Briefly We Are Glorious

after Ocean Vuong’s “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous”

Say abandonment. Marigolds. Penknife.
Say aloe. Say adonis. Say artemisia,
say grief grief grief,
say spring, despite the night
            in your eyes.
Say daylight despite the moon,
the beauty despite the terror
(or, rather, because of it.)
            Say you’d die for it, that
great insurmountable dawn,
            like a sparrow stunned by its own
thimbled throat,
sorrow nested in it. How
softly they fall
into the dusk(crepuscule, spattered

                        with wounds)

Odelia Fried is a student, poet, and actor based in NYC. Their work can be found in The Fem, Cleaver Magazine, Melancholy Hyperbole, Lavender Review, as well as other literary magazines. Their passions include gender identity, Judaism, adolescence, and the intersections of the three. They can be found on Twitter at @odeliafried.

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