6/9/09

chinese ghetto

my father grew up in the chinese ghetto.
the roofs are made of tin
and walls do not always
have paint on them.
the roads are full of potholes, and are
never walked down.
he says he played there
when he was young.

his parents have lived in their
tired house forever. he says
no one he remembers
still lives on the street.
next door near a rat
filled couch, a sign reads
"heavy garbage -
Please pick up." in chinese.
he says it has never left.

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