Extinction Theory: Poems
By Kien Lam and Kyle Dargan
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Extinction Theory is a collection of pseudoscience poems that try to provide rationales for some of life’s most salient mysteries. Where is God? What does it mean to belong? Who killed the dinosaurs? Kien Lam creates new worlds with new rules to better answer these perennial questions. His poetry is that of discovery, of looking at the world as if for the first time. Lam exposes the transitory and transcendent nature of things and how we find meaning.
At the heart of this collection is also a cataloging of the smaller “extinctions” in life. Every passing moment is the death of something, and try as we might to recreate the feeling, it can never be the same. Maybe it’s a relationship. Maybe it’s a donut. It changes its shape as we juxtapose it against something new. Extinction Theory is as much about language as it is about the absence of language. Of English, of Vietnamese, and then of neither.
Kien Lam
KIEN LAM is a Kundiman Fellow and an Indiana University MFA alumnus. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Poetry, the New Republic, the Nation, and other publications. He currently lives in Los Angeles, where he writes about professional video game players.
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Extinction Theory - Kien Lam
Lunar Mansions
It matters where you are born. In a barn
means you are the holy star. Meteor child.
Jesus was the first bomb. Where are you from
is a question I field too much. Once
I said Vietnam and the white man said I fought
there. I loved the country. I love their people.
That was the day I started to lie
about my birth. In the stable
the horses kicked me from their wombs.
It was exactly like finding a baby
in a haystack. It was snowing
in Michigan when the priest exorcised me
from my mother, said: there is good
in you yet before placing a prayer
for the ground. Blessed America,
there is good in you yet. In a casket
people are sometimes born. I have told my origin
story over and over. My parents fought, too.
In Vietnam. They dodged Jesus, who’d
extended his hand. And so I was born
in a lunar mansion—a configuration of the moon where
my face changes in accordance with the light.
I
Big Bang Theory
In the beginning
there was me—
small creature
floating in a wet
universe. Then light
and sound and God
was there, but he looked
like my father,
like he’d been smoking
since he was a kid,
his breath the eighth
day of creation,
which was the first time
he wondered
what it meant to love
a man, what
it meant to open
his heart
to the Lord.
This is how
a universe begins:
some bloody animal
inches out of a womb
gasping for breath.
Some deity’s brain
spills ink all over
a clean sheet of paper.
All of life compresses
into a single molecule—
the dotted i—everything
in the present
tense until a nonstop
explosion
scatters some matter
into planetary systems
set to embrace life.
It’s a miracle
when I look back
that far and know my father
would one day sit
on our back porch
in his denim jacket
and press smoke
through the screen
door like he wanted
to make a new system
for breathing.
If it’s true,
the old scriptures,
that man was made
in the image of God,
then God might be gay
and grayed with four kids
set against an infinite backdrop
of space and love and smoke.
Smoking Gun Theory
If I smoke one,
then I will smoke
two, and if I smoke
too many, I will
find myself
addicted to the way
the fire