“Under my fingers, the stretch marks above his knees, on his shoulders, and the base of his spine shone silver and new. He was a boy breaking out and into himself at once. That’s what I wanted-not merely the body, desirable as it was, but its will to grow into the very world that rejects its hunger.”

“Under my fingers, the stretch marks above his knees, on his shoulders, and the base of his spine shone silver and new. He was a boy breaking out and into himself at once. That’s what I wanted-not merely the body, desirable as it was, but its will to grow into the very world that rejects its hunger.”

— Ocean Vuong