Nov. 24, 1994
By Lek Borja
Darkness of the plane America took me backwards.
I looked beyond the seats, ahead of me, some light,
shapes, people proceeding down the walkway to the front
of the plane.
I looked at the light
as the plane gathered speed,
the light, took me
telling me to disrobe and bend forward as they
at my body for signs of
in a well-lit room
The darkness drawn to Enter
the light, which became
all a whiteness :
The body of my mother out of the plane,
The body of my father out of the plane,
The bodies of my sisters out of the plane,
Looking for signs,
My body out of the plane
Full of sickness,
to the light
Publication Date: May 17
Lek Borja was born in the Philippines and emigrated to the U.S. when she was ten years old. Her writings have appeared in national and international journals such as Lantern Review, San Francisco Press' Lady Jane Miscellany, and Society for Curious Thought, among others. She can be contacted at: lekborjastudio.com.