shore
unlocked our bicycles
and rode back to her house
to eat our last two-family meal together—
for how long?
I knew we all wondered
at this school in Massachusetts
I listen to clips of conversations
move from class to class
biology to art to English to Chinese
wondering who of these 1,200 students I should talk to
and how I can begin conversations
or try to make friends
with my filling
so different from theirs
I don’t know when to say what
I don’t know if something’s funny or not
I don’t get sarcasm
layered over sarcasm
and jokes made by
unjoking faces
I know how to read silence in Japan
I can read the air in Japan
but I don’t have a clue
how to read the air here
by Wednesday I’m so glad
to get on a bus to the Newall Center
grateful to go someplace different
from school and YiaYia’s house
on the bridge over the river
I check the No Stopping sign
in case of blindness—
but auras never seem to happen
when you’re ready
Sam is there
by the entrance
just like last week
and he stares at me
checking, it seems
to see if I’m okay
it’s nice
to be able to see all of him
this time
where to?
I say
and he smiles, leads me inside
where we sign in at the main desk
go down a corridor
up an elevator onto a ward
to a nurses’ station
this is the new volunteer
Emma . . .
Sam says and looks at me
Karas
I say
then spell it
I hand in my doctor’s report
results of my TB test
permission slip from my mother
and receive an ID card
to hang around my neck
soon we’re following a woman named Lin
who says she’s the rec director
who helps the poet who runs the writing program
the poet who comes from the university
for a workshop once a month
the workshop that patients
participate in
that we, too, are encouraged
to participate in
if we can
Lin says she also runs the music and art programs
even some dance because
that’s what a rec director does
she makes a joke about the wrecks she directs
and she and Sam are laughing
but it takes me a while to catch on
she and Sam chat
as we walk through the ward
he says something about a Mr. Sock
and I swear she then asks about Mr. Shoe
and then they go on about a Mr. Pen
and Mr. Pencil
and it’s like they’re speaking
another language
even though the words
are English
all the while I’m looking around the ward
checking to see if I’ll be able to handle this
tubes and needles stress me
I have to lie down
when I get shots
but so far
as I follow Sam and Lin
down corridors
peeking into rooms
I’m not seeing people hooked up
to lots of tubes
finally we stop at room 427
and Sam steps inside ahead of Lin
and puts his hands together to greet two men
one in a bed
one in a chair
and this time
I know it’s not English
that I’m not understanding
and I look at the names on the wall—
Leap Sok
and Chea Pen
Sam Nang’s patient, Leap Sok
Lin says gesturing
and that’s Chea Pen
who sometimes joins in
and now Pen sounds like Pine
Sam Nang works with them
in Khmer and English
she adds
then she turns
to lead me away
from the men
from Sam
wait!
I say
and Sam looks at me
and Lin looks at me
the two men look at me
and I feel my face
heat up
can I talk to you?
I say
looking straight at Sam
ask you some questions?
at the end, I mean?
and Sam nods
sure, I’ll come by Zena’s room at 5:00
Zena’s room?
I say
your patient
he says
and Lin leads me
away from Sam
and we are off
we go down another hall
and Lin is