”war you are
the shard of colored glass
that turns the whole room orange.
i scrub at the orange
i dig through your aftermath
i destroy whole houses looking
for anything you haven’t touched
and then the glass breaks
and my fingerprints are all over the wreckage.”
The way this collection of beautiful poems weaves a story rife with pain, anguish, generational trauma, grief, forgiveness, and perseverance is a testament to Kimberly Nguyen’s artistry.
In a stunning show of vulnerability and sincerity, the author illustrates a story that many can relate to. Doubly so for those of us with immigrant parents or even grandparents, in my case.
This book hit hard because it hit home. It doesn’t hold back. It is refreshingly honest. It’s so incredibly striking because it is so *human.* A story so real that many of us do not have to go far to imagine it, family nationality be damned.
This book explores the themes of family. What it means to be a child of those that came before. What does it mean to be indebted to those that gave you life? Are you indebted to them? Because with life, they gave you other things as well. Advantages and disadvantages. Baggage and hurdles. Maybe love, maybe hate. Probably both. And to finally pursue the life you want, to finally treat yourself with the respect you deserve, do you have to leave that all behind? These poems examine all of that as objectively as one can when reflecting on past experiences, and the extraordinary observations made are worth reading for alone, in my opinion.
Should you decide to pick up this book, I hope you’ll understand what I mean. I couldn’t possibly explain it all better than Nguyen’s words themselves. Each poem is presented exactly as it needs to be, and there’s beauty in that itself.
In short, I couldn’t recommend this enough. If you have twenty dollars to spare, it’s well worth it. Buy it, read it. Read it again for god sakes. It’s well worth your time, too.