He Saw Me In The River
He saw me in the river
in the
river bathing
he saw
me he said I was more
beautiful
more beautiful and he
held me
down and held me down and
ripped
me open inside
he left
with his company when the war
was over
and left the country
flotsam
and jetsam
worlds
colliding
like my
son bearing his face
which is
where he left me
in the
river in the river
flotsam
and jetsam remain(s)
my body
faced down my hair
floating
with the dead rats and
kalachuchi flowers
in the
river my grave
The Poet’s Notes On Her Poem
The poem
was written in response to Brian Henry's Quarantine, a collection of
poems. I wrote it in the style and form of Henry's poems, but I was
inspired and informed by Jessica Hagedorn's Dogeaters. In Hagedorn's
novel, there is an absent presence, a character who was never really there but
there nonetheless, and that is Zenaida, Joey's mom. If you recall, Zenaida was
already dead when the novel opens. We don't really know much about Zenaida
other than what Joey and Uncle tell us: that Zenaida was impregnated by an
American GI who left her and the Philippines, that Zenaida couldn't afford to
feed Joey and herself, that she sold Joey to Uncle, and that she killed herself
by drowning in the river. This is all on p. 42 of the 1990 Penguin Books
edition.
My poem
is part of a chapbook that focuses on Philippine (M)others—OFC/immigrant
(m)others, Philippine mythological (m)others, the (m)other/land, even my own
(m)other makes a few appearances throughout. In "He Saw Me in the
River," I imagined the woman in my poem as the Philippine (M)other/land
who had been ravaged by the colonizer and left aside, thrown away and treated
as garbage. The "river" is meant to symbolize Manila or Tagalog.
sheila bare loves to read. she is learning to love to write. it helps that she also loves wine. when not reading or writing or drinking, she is in the kitchen cooking. otherwise, you may find her on the yoga mat, the hot sweaty kind. or out on a run. she is part of the diaspora living on planet earth. she is an advocate of sustainability, compassionate living, and interdependency. metta.
sheila bare loves to read. she is learning to love to write. it helps that she also loves wine. when not reading or writing or drinking, she is in the kitchen cooking. otherwise, you may find her on the yoga mat, the hot sweaty kind. or out on a run. she is part of the diaspora living on planet earth. she is an advocate of sustainability, compassionate living, and interdependency. metta.
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