Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “Song for Beijing’s Factory Friend” by Meg Eden. Ms. Eden's work has been published in
various magazines, including: Rattle,
Drunken Boat, Eleven Eleven, and Rock
& Sling. Her work received second place in the 2014 Ian MacMillan
Fiction contest. Her collections include:
Your Son (The Florence Kahn
Memorial Award), Rotary Phones and
Facebook (Dancing Girl Press), and The
Girl Who Came Back (Red Bird Chapbooks). She teaches at the University of
Maryland. Check out her work at: https://www.facebook.com/megedenwritespoems.
Song for Beijing’s Factory Friend
Meg Eden
My eyes are
factory
needles, always
My friend got a
needle
stuck between the
joints
in her wrist. Like
Christ.
She wasn’t
careful, and now
her hand isn’t
useable.
Unmarriable.
The dolls we make
are for
one-day parties:
given
as favors, remain
in a chest,
their heads pop
off
if loved too much
(it’s like
the girls know
this).
I know I too am
disposable,
one-time-use, but
neither am I
stuck in this city,
the way
my mother was—I am
able
to reconcile the
world
in my phone. There
are other jobs
that will take me.
And I will be
the girl whose
wrists remain clean,
who marries late
to a man
she loves, who can
buy her
the world, the way
all those
import movies go.
Poet’s Notes:
This poem is part of a collection called A Week with Beijing, which is a response to my trip to Beijing in
2006, as the city prepared for the winter Olympics of 2008. This was the first
trip I’d been on that showed the rawness of a city, not just the fluffy tourism
I was used to as a kid. I felt a need to respond to this city and this
experience—so this series of poems personifies Beijing as a woman as I visit
her home, and talk and interact with her.
Editor’s Note:
I find that the terse, blunt, haiku-like stanzas support the subtext, underneath the message of hope, concerning the difficult working conditions found in the factories of China.
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