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Here's You Biking | DESCENT Issue #4
Celine Wen
After Monica Sol
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Here’s where you first completed a 360-degree turn in the concrete front yard
After your father screwed off the training wheels
After witnessing the sky dim and feeling the initial raindrop
Here’s your father’s reassuring encouragement
Penetrating through your victorious laughs
The same deep, confident, echoing voice that softens
When he sees you snuggled up in the bunk bed
Whispering “good night, bye-bye, have a good dream…”
Here’s the second 360 circle you completed
The third, the fourth, with increasing velocity
Here’s your mom waving from the 6th floor, cheering you on
Here’s the fifth turn
When the raindrops pushed your wheel sideways
When the angle of your bike was one degree off
And you slide and tilt onto the moist concrete
Leaving your knees a mixture of disturbed skin, blood, and dust
Here’s you holding back tears as your joy still overpowered the burns
Here’s your father picking up the bicycle while offering a steady warm hand
Here’s you out-growing the bunk bed
Your parents sacrificing for your education
You translating every phone call
You impatiently yelling to mama, it's how much IS this not how much OF this!
You complaining to your father
When he's too prideful to admit
That grocery shopping alone without English frightens him
Here's your mama dripping cold sweats after surgery
Your father's hands six steps away
Glued to his iPhone
When your mama whined from their no-longer shared bedroom
The pain audible from the kitchen table where you sit, distracted by your Zoom class
Here's you waiting for your father's response
Disappointed by the lack of footsteps
Here's you rushing up to mama
Holding back tears as your complaints barged out first
Mama argued, He didn't do it on purpose
Now that your father's hands are six thousand miles away
You maneuver your bike effortlessly
Turning in circles until the LA sunshine scorches the concrete
As if California's rain will bring your father's soothing voice back