A Child of Immigrants
The  phone  rings.  I  pick  up.
The    voice,   unrecognizable.
Distant   words.   Between,    I
hear   my   mother's   name.  I
cover   the   mouthpiece   and
call  out  for  her  to  pick  up.
From   somewhere  else,   she
answers.    the     line.      Yells
from    another   room,   okay,
hang up. 
Only,  I  don't.  In  a
language  I  know  will  never
be    mine     she    speaks    to
someone    in    a    country   I
will    never    know.   Still,    I
listen.     I    coil    the    chord
around  my  finger,   fist,  and
wrist.   Long   after  she   says
goodbye  and  hangs   up,  I'm
still     marked     by    what    I
don't understand.
from the journal THE ADROIT JOURNAL
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