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A review by ghostluvr2000
On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong
beautiful beautiful beautiful. had me holding back tears on the train.
'i am writing you from inside a body that used to be yours. which is to say, i am writing as a son.' 'a story, after all, is a kind of swallowing.' 'what if the body, at its best, is only longing for a body?' 'how else to repay the boy who gave me my first pizza bagel but to become his shadow? [...] where was i following him? to what end? perhaps it was not a destination i sought, but merely a continuation.' 'we were exchanging truths, i realized, which is to say, we were cutting one another.' 'how come each time my hands hurt me, they become more mine?'
'i am writing you from inside a body that used to be yours. which is to say, i am writing as a son.' 'a story, after all, is a kind of swallowing.' 'what if the body, at its best, is only longing for a body?' 'how else to repay the boy who gave me my first pizza bagel but to become his shadow? [...] where was i following him? to what end? perhaps it was not a destination i sought, but merely a continuation.' 'we were exchanging truths, i realized, which is to say, we were cutting one another.' 'how come each time my hands hurt me, they become more mine?'