"Parental Threads" by Monica Aleman
Parental Threads
after Sharon Olds
I see them standing in the mid-century LAX lobby,
I see my father strutting out
of a 1960 Ford Mustang, with
a prematurely peppered Brylcreem pompadour, I
see my mother with a 1960s glossy synthetic bouffant
wearing a polyester miniskirt, clutching her purse tightly
standing by the arrival gate near an automatic door
that opens behind her sensing the heat
in the mid July air.
Is there still time to turn around?
They are about to meet, they are about to get married, they
are about to have children. Not necessarily in that order.
They are naive, they are fools, all they know is they are
ready,
I want to run to them and say GO BACK!
This country will kill you.
You are going to suffer in cruel ways,
You are going to die. And your children will never recover.
I want to run to them and say it.
Her fair complexion, a vibrant rose
Hers, unvarnished skin full of promise
His, an olive complexion, sun kissed
Him, a bon vivant, full of lofty ambitions
I want to run to them, but I don’t
because I want to live.
Photo Credit: Staff