Scars
by Truing Tran
(published in North Dakota Quarterly, Summer 1993)
My father’s body is a map,
a record of his journey.
He carries a bullet
lodged in his left thigh.
There is a hollow where it entered,
a protruding bump where it sleeps.
The doctors say it will never awaken.
It is the one souvenir he insists on keeping
from a past still holding us prisoners.
Mother has her own opinions.
Bô cūa con ‘diên—Your father is crazy.
As a child,
I wanted a scar just like my father’s
bold and ap...
Published on October 29, 2023 08:36