the heart is a muscle
like any other it must expand
& contract I am too large for myself
waters running over
rough edges
rainwater in cupped hands
was I ever a home for you?
we are all bodies of
water spans the distance I can’t leave
behind
a whole country undiscovered
but still mine the heart is
a muscle & my body
is failing
thrust me back into
the river smooths the stone
in my chest still beating.
The current carries on
its eternal rhythm.
Sam Quyên Huỳnh is a poet, artist, and now-graphic-designer, as well as a Vietnamese immigrant guest on the unceded lands of the Turrbal and Yuggera peoples. Sam studies words—letters, their shapes, the spaces between them, the spaces they inhabit in our hearts and our minds. They are also known by the mysterious moniker of @fishsuits, where their own arrangements of words can be found...