I whenever I think of you I rush into the sea. dread that instead hands may have developed to gills. yet it’s like this that during the night I sail in you. II burn country man of long dark hair smelling like sea mist left me waiting on a liquid afternoon. burn country, my love of couples hanging from balconies green cotton trees silvery water under bridges and lonely yellow street lights. I burn watching the condoms spread over the floor like coal pencils from the love I didn’t make because you will never come back yet I hold waiting. I burn with this country at his highest hour when the sun is a full metal heart burn amongst water calling your name, country yelling to the sea: home because there’s no bigger name to home than sea. I burn ride the bike like horses crossing oceans never crying instead drinking water so I can float to a place where you return. This country burns inside like water I keep waiting for his love lingering for a water touch so I can finally be home.
- Ana Marta Fortuna - photo by Nguyễn Quốc Thành