Buffalo Girl
for Triệu Thị Trinh
History makes little bundles out
of the unthinkable
young boys carve
three-foot breasts
to keep your story otherworldly and
ridiculous; a crisp blade slips
from view We stand
at the Albertson’s Customer
Service and I hold my
breath as you ready a
well-worn trap
discount oversight:
grave mistake
A set of eyes
exhaust and I
almost feel for
our opposing force who does not
know the survival of ants
under glass ::
long after your death you haunted
soldiers’ dreams the Chinese
Commander that slayed you built
fallacies to try and keep you
still
Poor men and their
fantasies of time and blood
that pass only during the duration of war
Victory painted the