Torso of Air

Suppose you do change your life.

& the body is more than

a portion of night–sealed

with bruises. Suppose you woke

& found your shadow replaced

by a black wolf. The boy, beautiful

& gone. So you take the knife to the wall

instead. You carve & carve

until a coin of light appears

& you get to look in, at last,

on happiness. The eye

staring back from the other side–

waiting.

-Ocean Vuong