Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2014 | Page 26

Jet-Black Serenade Quang Vo For Thanh Bui Jet-black hair tangled on combing fingers— your slender hand. We ran into lilac hours as hatched heaven rained ashes down onto crackling paper flower petals, peppering our rubber soles— like strands of rain on jagged sidewalks. We said A thousand times goodbye to silk tunics and mai vàng1, drinking chrysanthemum tea from melamine cups in the most Anglophonic way. We were forgetful at times, but how forgetful we became of the long, obsidian roots s pringing from our foreign minds. Yet in the sharp mirror silence parting your ivory mantilla, you are the child of jet-black hair, and I'm the native son. 1 mai vàng- small yellow flowers purchased during the Vietnamese Lunar New Year to welcome spring. The English name "mickey-mouse plant" does not do poetic justice to its beauty.   26