Daido Moriyama
By
Samantha Neugebauer
Doing New Identity
Lao women in America learn
to say i’m tired
tam mak hung
can things ever be restored when
girls start to talk like women
a language is invented
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wet rice field walking
leaving plain of jars
polygamy
and into urban metal warehouses
lao men cry
performance error
where have our women gone in
immigrant america?
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we are right beside you dear, she says
who I am is always
who I am in
terms of someone else
when you say one sound,
how it affects the sounds that come next
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refugees do femininity like white girls do
spend life learning acceptable responses
if I say hello
you say hello back while
inside heads
busy negotiating
new identities
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we are and
we did
exploding into new pieces.
Daughter Language
Close your eyes
try to remember everything
you already know
the history of knowing it
there was a time before trees
wobbling toddle eye
distant brown and green
towering
rows of brown and green
towering
then trees
and I forgot about time before trees books
and school dances and soon
the miserable hour I spent with you
knowing it was the last hour
knowing it was not as miserable for you
Why has it has been raining
dogwood petals for weeks
botanists know
one search can tell me
her name
insane weather patterns
Onto my black hair
between my calloused fingertips
beneath my shoes
I learned my heart lives in
threes and I speak in
a second language of
pretending
not knowing how to speak
in firsts in goodness
not understanding how
the wise men could ever
walk away from that manager
knowing greatness would never
be their own again.
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