The new poetry collection by the award-winning author of the most significant English-language poetry award, the T.S. Eliot, Ocean Vuong.

THE LAST DINOSAUR

Whenever they ask me how it is, I tell them imagine being born in a burning asylum for the incurable. As my relatives melted away, I stood on one foot, raised my hands, closed my eyes, and thought tree tree tree as death passed me by – intact. I didn’t know that God saw in us a failed attempt at paradise. I didn’t know that my eyes had three shades of white but only one image of my mother.