Afterward, I woke into the red dark to write gia đình on this yellow pad Looking through the letters I can see into the earth below, the blue blur of bones. Quickly-- I drill the ink into a period. The deepest hole, where the bullet, after piercing my father's back, has come to rest. Quickly--I climb inside. I enter my life the way words entered me-- by falling through the silence of this wide open mouth.