So, Stranger
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Topaz Winters' third poetry collection spans three countries & three generations. In a far-reaching & deftly woven series of ars poeticas, Winters questions the boundary between the things we inherit & those we owe. Topaz arrives at the grave of the American dream, & unspools the enormous grace & guilt of being loved.
So, Stranger stands as a fixed mark between the shifting histories & futures of being a daughter, being an artist, & being an immigrant. If its reader begins as a stranger, they end as part of a lineage: one both of grief & glory, of distance & arrival.
Topaz Winters
Topaz Winters is the founder & editor-in chief of the internationally-acclaimed publishing house, literary journal, & arts organization Half Mystic. Her work has been published in & featured by Diode, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, The Straits Times, Entropy, the Boston Poetry Slam, the Singapore Writers Festival, & the Academy of American Poets, among others. Topaz studies Creative Writing, Visual Art, Cognitive Science, & Italian at Princeton University. Other books by Topaz include Portrait of My Body as a Crime I’m Still Committing & poems for the sound of the sky before thunder
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So, Stranger - Topaz Winters
Departure Time
Through noise-cancelling headphones the plane
engine growls audibly as a hallelujah chorus.
For the last week I have been finishing
the things left undone. Now as I rise I regret
double-checking that I packed my passport
& toothbrush instead of collecting proof
of having loved. Proof of having once
been from somewhere, belonged to something
that knew me whole & still chose me back.
But now, on a layover at a glass airport that
shimmers like mania, I bathe in suds of noise
at Subway, evidence of the living. I nibble on
a white chocolate-raspberry cookie, its familiar
staleness a bridge stretching ten thousand
miles back to what I’ve left behind. I text
each of my best friends, ask them to send me
their favourite memories of us. Even now
I am so full of hubris & hope. The ones who
should be asleep are the ones who text back
first, & what is this ache but a method of
survival. When I get up to use the toilet
before I board my final flight, I hear a woman
sobbing in the next stall over. I can’t decide
whether to knock on her door, say something,
anything. There is a god in this but I don’t know
if I have already returned him for store credit.
Instead I stay in my own stall until I hear
a conspicuous flush to my right. Outside,
the woman stands in front of the mirror
with red eyes, smooths out her hair, avoids
my gaze. In my mouth my tongue feels strange
& heavy. I want to forgive something & she’s
the closest thing in earshot. She walks
out the door & a minute later so do I,
in time to see her laughing next to a man &
taking a suitcase from a small & eager child.
There has to be a word for the kind of
loneliness shared by two, a loneliness
big enough to rechristen itself as lineage.
I’m grateful when they walk off in
the opposite direction of my terminal.
Like a game of hide & seek with both of us
waiting to be found—I can’t help but think
that together on the same plane the weight
of her distance & mine could bring down
the whole sky.
Ars Poetica I: Every Day the Same Story About
Immigrants
How their tongues curl around
that bitterness called language.
How they wake in a futureless
country & shrink-wrap it.
Swallow it to possess it. I know
this story by heart, by which
I mean what kind of daughter
am I if I don’t: my grandparents
with their plane tickets to
a place too big for its maps.
The accents they scrubbed like
caked lard from their tongues—
& the way they tell it now, this
being less an act of violence,
more one of devotion. My father
in his teenage years thinking
America America America—
& the way he tells it now, this
being less an act of obsession,
more one of communion.
& here, now, there’s me sitting
at the dinner table, eating roti
prata, chana masala,