Ho Chi Minh city, 2012
Standing at the roadside, crying.
Waiting. They flashed past like fireworks and I thought – If I die amongst these
bright and screaming clouds and
my friends make it to the other side unscathed,
they’ll be sorry.
Hanoi, 2015. I stepped out
thinking if skin meets bone meets road
That’s life. Shrugged off. Looking
for tyre tracks, already imagining
the hot tattoo of engine exhausts
and broken glass against my thighs
– that’s life.