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Holy Grail

Kien Lam

October 19, 2017

My father changed his name to Henry

and became King of white people.

He pulled my spine from my back

to prove he commanded the holy sword.

Holy bone. The half-corpse

of his firstborn. I moved

as he willed. I danced. I prostrated

myself at his feet and said Lord.

And father. Holy father. I rose

when he introduced me to his partner,

an old white man who reads books

about Buddhism. This was the first step

towards enlightenment: find a Vietnamese man

who has left one body for another.

The new body a grail for a gay immigrant

father. I am just a reminder of the old ways. The boat

people didn’t answer the ocean’s song

when they rowed. The ones who did went under.

All of them leaving behind a world

I will never understand. This is what I mean

when I say I am spineless. When I said my father

took it from me, I meant to say God exists,

and he is my father, life-bringer, holy

immigrant. My body now my own forever.

Kien Lam


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