Poetry: “How I Became Fatherless” by Kristin Chang

“We leave while he sleeps.

In the slack-mouthed morning, we spit

on the doorhinge to soften its sound.

Every night my father falls

asleep with his hands wringing

the voice out of my throat. A blood-thin song

trickling out of my mouth. I drive…”

-Read the entire poem at Frontier.

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