Soe Phyo Road

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Soe Phyo, suitcase zip, gate nine
First time out, and the air tastes wild
Ho Chi Minh City in a rush-hour blur
Motorbikes flood by like a living curb
She laughs in the heat, says "this is real"
Grease on her fingers from the first pork meal
Bánh mì in her hand, one bite, then more