POET OF THE WEEK
Sonny Nguyen
Week of October 9
My grandmother cries
tears creating oceans,
wide,
pacific,
separating her
from sons, daughters.
Her monsoon tears
have watered,
quenched,
bathed.
My tears never created anything.
they don’t know how.
They only know to ask
why doesn’t he love me.
My only Vietnamese
is her only English.
cảm ơn,
thank you
My grandmother cries
tears creating oceans,
wide,
pacific,
separating her
from sons, daughters.
Her monsoon tears
have watered,
quenched,
bathed.
My tears never created anything.
they don’t know how.
They only know to ask
why doesn’t he love me.
My only Vietnamese
is her only English.
cảm ơn,
thank you