I know their servants:
Filipinos, Sri Lankans, Indonesians.
The bold survive, the others
die inside.
A savage sun beats down on
sand stretching for miles under
a cloudless cerulean sky.
The quiet belies the fury underneath.
Her small frame turned
slightly away from me
“It’s the son who is my problem,”
her furrowed brow saying what her mouth
wasn’t.
Two bulging garbage bags, barefoot
she slipped away from him.
Finally, she’s back in Manila.
I wonder, can she sleep at night?
Author Bio:
Molly Gleeson works as a writing tutor at a community college in Bloomington, Indiana. Previously, she spent seven years teaching English overseas, in China, Japan, and Saudi Arabia. She is working on a memoir of her time in Saudi Arabia, entitled My Heart is a Wilderness.
Filipinos, Sri Lankans, Indonesians.
The bold survive, the others
die inside.
A savage sun beats down on
sand stretching for miles under
a cloudless cerulean sky.
The quiet belies the fury underneath.
Her small frame turned
slightly away from me
“It’s the son who is my problem,”
her furrowed brow saying what her mouth
wasn’t.
Two bulging garbage bags, barefoot
she slipped away from him.
Finally, she’s back in Manila.
I wonder, can she sleep at night?
Author Bio:
Molly Gleeson works as a writing tutor at a community college in Bloomington, Indiana. Previously, she spent seven years teaching English overseas, in China, Japan, and Saudi Arabia. She is working on a memoir of her time in Saudi Arabia, entitled My Heart is a Wilderness.
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