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"His Parents' Baggage," by Marylin Chin
- When we first met he had nothing,
- naked as a brand-new lamb.
- Fresh dew shimmered on the wool of his back.
- Then, slowly, my small apartment filled
- with meaningful gimcrack of his past.
- And then, his parents’ baggage...
- First, his mother’s small leathers:
- prim, expensive, with a good name,
- filled to the brim, ready to explode.
- Took three friends to sit them closed.
- Then his father’s soft naugahyde:
- one special piece, a suit-bag hung
- over the doorjamb like a fresh carcass
- picked open by private vultures.
- And he and his sisters were the last
- worms to clean the ribs.
- I beg the question: who is host, who is guest?
- Who the eater, who the eaten?
- And in the depth of night,
- in the wake of our dreams,
- I reach out my arms to embrace what is left.
Marilyn Chin was born in Hong Kong and raised in Portland, Oregon. She has received many awards for her poetry, including a National Endowment Fellowship and a Stegner fellowship from Stanford University. Her novel, Revenge of the Mooncake Vixen, was published by Norton in 2009. Presently, she is a professor of creative writing at San Diego State University. “His Parents’ Baggage” is from her collection, The Phoenix Gone, the Terrace Empty, published by Milkweed editions: Minneapolis: Milkweed Editions 1994, 2009. Reprinted with permission from Milkweed Editions (milkweed.org). The author’s photograph is by Don Romero.
Here's something you might be interested in.
"His Parents' Baggage," by Marylin Chin
"His Parents' Baggage," by Marylin Chin
- When we first met he had nothing,
- naked as a brand-new lamb.
- Fresh dew shimmered on the wool of his back.
- Then, slowly, my small apartment filled
- with meaningful gimcrack of his past.
- And then, his parents’ baggage...
- First, his mother’s small leathers:
- prim, expensive, with a good name,
- filled to the brim, ready to explode.
- Took three friends to sit them closed.
- Then his father’s soft naugahyde:
- one special piece, a suit-bag hung
- over the doorjamb like a fresh carcass
- picked open by private vultures.
- And he and his sisters were the last
- worms to clean the ribs.
- I beg the question: who is host, who is guest?
- Who the eater, who the eaten?
- And in the depth of night,
- in the wake of our dreams,
- I reach out my arms to embrace what is left.
Marilyn Chin was born in Hong Kong and raised in Portland, Oregon. She has received many awards for her poetry, including a National Endowment Fellowship and a Stegner fellowship from Stanford University. Her novel, Revenge of the Mooncake Vixen, was published by Norton in 2009. Presently, she is a professor of creative writing at San Diego State University. “His Parents’ Baggage” is from her collection, The Phoenix Gone, the Terrace Empty, published by Milkweed editions: Minneapolis: Milkweed Editions 1994, 2009. Reprinted with permission from Milkweed Editions (milkweed.org). The author’s photograph is by Don Romero.