Born, father told wife Child highly resembled Some Vietnamese refuge, Dark skin, stormy eyes, hair black, As black as hot cherry pie, Mother’s first, fathers third,
You think to reach deep inside, Fumble, pull, dig, drag reaction, Dominant, scratch, grab and yank, Knead, nuzzle, palpate, secure. Kiss me, share air inside our lungs,
Seven. Remember I F E L L Into murky, dark waters, Goldfish grinning Came to say “hello”, Bits, pieces of debris Insects, bugs and all, Swallowed, In very sorry tummy
Recapture clearly Inside my mind, That crisp spring morning, So much alive, Soft blossoms bursting With energy of life, Sparrows snatching worms From cold, damp earth