Looking out the window
At others looking out, too Varying heights sightlines Some looking into the room behind me interested in what I’ve turned from A father walks his daughter down the street their eyes ahead on each other hands held stepping at a ratio of 3:1 Traipsing down the asphalt stage Of “An Thuong 1.5” Unnamed Unaware I’m an observer Safe in my box seat only $250 a month Coming down from on high a role reversal My foreign presence on the street-stage watched ever so closely Skin, hair, height a marker of the Unusual Preparing to leave my perch active participation in daily life First, a pep talk
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Linda Leblanc
10/16/2015 12:13:02 am
This is my favorite poem. I like the "box seat" perspective.
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Anne Aldrich
10/23/2015 07:37:17 pm
beautiful.
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AboutI quit a job I enjoyed at Founders Brewing Co. in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and left my family, friends, and beloved dog to join my boyfriend in moving across the world, in search of adventure and new experiences. I arrived in August 2015. Archives
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