“To Work, When The World Breaks Your Heart”
I call Ma nightly, usually after dinner. She knows this but she
always asks ăn cơm chưa.
Without waiting for my response, she
inquires about the noise she hears on my end.
I’m putting away the dishes, I say, rolling my eyes.
What did you do today?
Work. Read and write. This isn’t a list. I am reminding her what
my work entails.
She never asks what I write about. I don’t have the verbal fluency
to describe to her what it is that I write.
And I write in a language illegible to her.
Do you want to know what I’m writing?
What are you writing?
Ðang viết thơ
Thơ gì? Thơ tình?
No. Thơ thất tình.
Who broke your heart today?
Everyone.