35mm Disposable Camera
Parque Torres Del Paine, Dec 2014
My father wonders how I can leave everything to go here
But at this southern tip of the world,
seemingly so far from anything even remotely Vietnamese,
I see the words “Chile” and “Vietnam” in the same sentence
Viet Nam still haunts me,
Viet Nam nudges at me from the peripheries of historical pages,
Viet Nam will never leave me alone.
i kissed you tenderly as i left,
sunlight fluttered through the gloomy morning clouds
…no, it’s okay it’s okay it’s okay, i say
and i left you just like that.
but maybe just maybe perhaps somehow you had possibly...
strange, you are a stranger now
but we were sometimes strangers even then.
in the land of poets,
but it was your poetry that sunk my heart
and i’m sorry i couldn’t have been so much better.
¿pololeas? she asked me
lately, i seem to always be at a loss for words
but how could i even begin to find the words
to separate you, so intimately entwined into all that i am,
all that i cannot yet wholly be
in this new place
you are the unpronounced s’,
a ghost, pauses, ellipses, vague words,
sentences left unfinished
the missing piece of my heart no one can know i once had
Quyen is a Vietnamese-American student living and studying in Santiago de Chile