She
would
swim
forever
on
the
Saigon
River,
if
we
would
let
her.
She
is
your
barefoot,
fragile
daughter
from
Hue,
Danang,
Chou
Doc
and
Haiphong;
you
always
wanted
to
see
her,
at
long
last,
but
your
blinded
eyes
made
that
difficult
--
for
so
long.
Do
you
see
her
now,
Giambi?
Do
you
see
her
change
your
sheets,
bathe
your
heat-rashed
body.
Her
dark
&
delicately
beautiful
skin,
perfumed
by
the
delta
winds
finding
escape
from
fetid
swampland.
Her
fingers
straying
with
insect-slowness
across
your
chest's
periphery:
exploring
you,
praying
to
a
winged
dragon
She
would
swim
forever
on
the
Saigon
River,
if
we
would
let
her.
She
is
your
barefoot,
fragile
daughter
from
Hue,
Danang,
Chou
Doc
and
Haiphong;
you
always
wanted
to
see
her,
at
long
last,
but
your
blinded
eyes
made
that
difficult