Marni Asplund-Campbell, editor
Where I’m From
[p.19]As if devotion to beauty
made the emptiness meaningful,
like women embroidering the forbidden stitch
on the garments of Chinese emperors,
women squinting and concentrating until they went blind.
I thought if I looked at enough worlds
I’d find one I wanted to be a citizen of
and now I’ve chosen by default
to be a stranger where I’ve always lived.
And I thought too that despite voyages
to continents my parents never saw,
I was sheltered, naive, even almost pure;
in bewildering moments I realize it hurtsto discover I’m right, and I find myself
stroking my lover’s face,
wishing he were my son.