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Craig Santos Perez
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[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]
from the book UNINCORPORATED TERRITORY [ÅMOT] / Omnidawn 
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