~
[1995]
hasso‘ the entrance
to guam international airport
resembles i sakman : outrigger canoe
“flying proa”
because it swiftly skimmed
waves
[we] wait
at the gate
talk story with relatives
take pictures
hug
wave goodbye
[we] board
i batkon aire : air boat
one-way flight
on continental
the name
of our airlines
the name
of our destination
~
hasso‘ first day
at my new high school in california
the homeroom teacher asks
“where are you from”
“the mariana islands”
i answer
“i’ve never heard of that place”
he replies “prove it exists”
yet when i step in front of the world map on the classroom wall
it transforms into a mirror :
the pacific ocean like my body
split in two
& flayed to the margins
i
find australia philippines japan
then point to the empty space between
“i’m from this invisible archipelago”
my classmates laugh & even though i descend from
oceanic navigators i feel so lost
shipwrecked on the coast
of a strange continent
~
“are you a citizen”
the teacher probes
“yes
my island guam
is us territory”
i explain
[we] attend american schools
eat american food
listen to american music
watch american movies
play american sports
learn american history
dream american dreams
& die in american wars
: what follows your flag
“you speak english well”
he proclaims
“with almost no accent”
& isn’t that what it means
to be a diasporic chamoru
to feel foreign
in a domestic sense
[hale nunu : ficus prolixa]