His tongue shorn, father confuses
snacks for snakes, kitchen for chicken.
It is 1992. Weekends, we paw at cheap
silverware at yard sales. I am told by mother
to keep our telephone number close,
my beaded coin purse closer. I do this.
The years are slow to pass, heavy-footed.
Because the visits are frequent, we memorize
shame’s numbing stench. I nurse nosebleeds,
run up and down stairways, chew the wind.
Such were the times. All of us nearsighted.
Grandmother prays for fortune
to keep us around and on a short leash.
The new country is ill-fitting, lined
with cheap polyester, soiled at the sleeves.
2017
Regular
Contemporary
2024
Identity
Immigration
Memory & The Past
Alliteration
the repetition of the same letter or sound at the beginning of words appearing in succession
Personification
the attribution of human qualities to a non-human thing
Slant Rhyme
A rhyme where the words have similar sounds in their stressed syllables.