ghost by Jody Chan

Poet name: ghost Poem Name: Jody Chan Poem: at the funeral we learn to substitute a stone   for a mother begrudge this stolen soil for swallowing        our mother  there is an ocean between me & what    I miss a constant gravity tiding   Hong Kong   history   homeland   mother   every flight & phone call a clumsy stutter towards family across static corridors    foraged words     my lost mother  tongue calls out for discipline   bows beneath its fledgling  Cantonese as to the heft of a grave    & unfamiliar mother  who could have taught me to press dough into dumplings seal the skin to prevent rupture             a burdened mother  the kind our fathers fed their fictions to       	          betray the lineage            of our mothers & our mother’s mothers   he named me for her       in English & in Chinese          Äî  to practice or commit to memory as in poetry or a mother  End of Poem.  Credits: Copyright © Jody Chan Previously published in sick, (Black Lawrence Press, 2020).  Jody Chan is a writer, drummer, organizer, and therapist based in Toronto. They are the author of haunt (Damaged Goods Press), all our futures (PANK), and sick, winner of the 2018 St. Lawrence Book Award. They can be found online at  www.jodychan.com and offline in bookstores or dog parks.