Living
i am dying
bravely walking
carefully
stepping over
these cracks
in the sidewalk
where
weeds are
laughing
in bursts of
yellow and green
grief
Here we sit
with infinite sadness
by our side
Insatiable grief
Like a loyal dog, panting
Let’s sit boy
Come here girl
Let us come to rest
Let’s stop the fight
Let’s just see each other
and Mourn
While holding hands
And touching feet
the immigrant
a long ways from home
a woman
who looks like me
on the corner
of the street
Dark Maroon Smoke
An ode to the suffering of women in my Chinese lineage, including two great-grandmothers with bound feet.
