Threshold
Ocean Vuong
In the body, where everything has a price,
I was a beggar. On my knees,

I watched, through the keyhole, not
the man showering, but the rain

falling through him: guitar strings snapping
over his globed shoulders.

He was singing, which is why
I remember it. His voice --

it filled me to the core
like a skeleton. Even my name

knelt down inside me, asking
to be spared.

He was singing. It is all I remember.
For in the body, where everything has a price,
I was alive. I didn't know
there was a better reason.

That one morning, my father would stop
--a dark colt paused in downpour--

& listen for my clutched breath
behind the door. I didn't know the cost

of entering a song--was to lose
your way back.

So I entered. So I lost.
I lost it all with my eyes

wide open.
Write the lyrics for a misc song made in 1, titled "Threshold", by artist "Ocean Vuong".