Asian American

Asian American

 

I look for you in songs,

in jewelry, in photographs.

I look for you on my tongue,

in drawers, in trinket boxes,

behind the lamp, the door,

in the pocket of your dress.

 

I look for you in daylight

until the air is too thick to breathe.

It is there my wrists limp and I gaze

in between books on the bedside table,

hardbound, softbound, the heart,

its chapters, the epilogue, the ending

its last page.

 

I look for you on paper,

on the dial pad, in the mirror,

the doorbell, the soft chair,

your glasses,  Asia and the big big Pacific.

 

(c) Sam Roderick Roxas-Chua