stop asian hate
in our conversational lull we stumble into another
a rumble of words
a voice that has been speaking for some time when
we arrive
i must confess i don’t hear the words as much as i
feel them
settle heavy into my bones
carry me away in the gold galleon that used to adorn your wall
grandparents push my parents push me
into a deep ancestral yearning which on the daily lies dormant
but today bends into a full moon circle
reveals to me secrets of the universe
of me
a song settles in me in you in between
hands clasped
not quite in prayer, but not quite not in prayer
close my eyes for a few
just long enough to let them take root—
sisters parents grandparents those i will know and those i will never know here
so we walk towards the red structure
and continue on into the night.