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