Poetry: “Such As” by Wo Chan

Cornfields illustration
rt Pon-Marsh

My mother was a fever. My father was a restaurant.
Every noon he fed his lungs to an entire city.
Every night he held my belly searching for a suburb.
I was the firefly that flared only once in my father’s kingdom.

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-Asian American Writer’s Workshop, Wo Chan

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