POEM OF THE WEEK | Ellen Chang-Richardson | PLEASE TELL ME THIS WILL NOT LAST FOREVER

 

PLEASE TELL ME THIS WILL NOT LAST FOREVER

chapel street shifts pitch deep winter;

its edges, sharper its scents brighter, brittle

like peppermint ……………. or bone

.
where fever …. bush frozen

berry holly reaches its thorns to bristle

my fingers with its bitter tang

…………………………………. where deep‚ÄĒ

.
beneath …. permafrost and

rust and dirty snow slush lies … me

…….. covered, cold in remnants of

an old white school song

.
…………………………………. our home

and native land ……………. haunting

my memory of spring.

 


Author’s Bio

Ellen Chang-Richardson (she/her) is an award-winning¬†poet¬†of Taiwanese and Cambodian Chinese (or Chinese Cambodian) descent. As the daughter of a survivor of the Cambodian genocide, she’s still trying to figure that second part out. The author of three¬†poetry¬†chapbooks, including¬†snap, pop, performance¬†(Gap Riot Press), her writing has appeared in¬†Room, third coast magazine,¬†and¬†Watch Your Head, among others. She currently lives and works on the traditional unceded territory of the Algonquin Anishinaabeg. Find her online at¬†https://ehjchang.com.

(Author photo by Manahil Bandukwala)

 

 


This poem was originally published in Vallum issue 18:1 Invisibility