Poem: xinyi meng
Your hungry eyes stare at my mind's plate,
a lump of meat left stale in fridge
Your fingers fidget, my face
pale as the appalling silence
An extended scenario, an exhausted note
carries too bland a tune —
it depresses the ear and upsets the stomach.
Um um, you know you know
I really wish for you to know.
How little time we reserve
How peaceful the face
Vibrations in the brain cease, eyeing blood
sifting through the marrowbone of life
about the writer: xinyi meng
Xinyi Meng is currently doing her graduate study in TESOL and World Language at the University of Georgia. As her native language is Mandarin, this is her first time using English as a language of witness to reflect on and reexamine cultural exchange and cultural heritage. Her work is forthcoming in A Velvet Giant.
the author’s commentary on her piece
Conversation breakdown is a universal moment for foreign language speakers. The urge to express is an attempt to cross the cultural abyss through language, which is filled with frustration and pain but is a necessary step towards achieving a better understanding.