Take two spoons of hurtful words
one spoon of silence
A mouthful of gossip
A sprinkle of jealousy zest
A dash of doubt
Put them all in a bowl of thoughts
Toss and turn
Toss and turn
Like you really mean it
Then add in two cups of good memories
one cup of fruitful conversations
Mix and stir
Mix and stir
until they all disappear
Cook it in an oven of darkness
At the temperature of your melancholy
You know it’s done when your eyes start to water
Let it cool down
in strangeness
Phan Quỳnh Trâm
(Dec-2016)
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