Court Hoang

Though I stormed the weathered blood of her ancestors, I wanted milkwhen I arrived. She promised food but fed me iron. I starved. I dimmed into slack. I wanted to be daughter and she said,mother me. I was born in…

I look up, gaze at the mountain moon,then back, dreaming of my old home.–-Li Po Spring snow, cooled ash. You: first white gleam, then rubbled.Bright seam of moon tended the burning creeks. Forest char, bone piles.Trundle bed, basement. Your steam…