Three Days
Friday, April 13th, 2007On April 12, twenty six years ago, my family escaped Vietnam by boat. It took us three days to arrive somewhere in Thailand. Those three days have since seeded countless nightmares. It would be the beginning of our journey to America that would take us through refugee camps in Indonesia, Philippines, and Japan. The 3-year old me remembers only fragments.
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arms from a white boat
dark flesh in a silent film
sinking innocence
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sunlight pours on hairs
polite demands for our gold
father’s shorts are down
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they’re building fences
a dust cake for our departure
says my banana-leaf watch
