“America is my country, but Paris is my hometown.”
Gertrude Stein
Paraphrasing Gertrude Stein
Vietnam my country? (not on passport)
America my refuge? (not on tombstone)
Paris my view? (but from a window)
Where is my home? (as if a shadow)
Where is my love? (form of a pillow?)
NO,
Vietnam no longer my country
There, I am called “The Expatriate Viet”
NO,
America no longer my refuge
There, I am called the “minority.”
NO,
Paris not my view
I am not looking toward it
HOME AND LOVE?
I am just as homeless as my love
NO
Free me
NO
Lift me
NO
Write me
NO
Paint me
NO
Country
NO
Refuge
NO
Home
NO
Love
NO
Gertrude Stein
I am
lost in tomorrow
Uyen Nicole Duong
