I was born in Sa Đéc, a French colonial town in the Mekong Delta of southern Việt Nam. This was where I learned to walk and talk, where I climbed trees and fell out of trees, where I was bitten by leeches and fire ants, where I taught myself to ride a bicycle, drawing concentric circles in the dirt around a centipede-infested tree trunk.
Delta rain came down suddenly and in warm sheets; the soil steamed, released a fertile mud odor that penetrated all senses. On humid nights, fireflies lit up the dark countryside and a symphony of frogs and crickets provided the soundtrack for my troubled sleep.
On the morning of my ninth birthday, I carried a child-size, cerise suitcase and left on my journey to America. On the walk to the bus station, a stray dog bit my behind… a piece of me stayed wedged between its teeth as it trotted off and disappeared into the thickets.
My poetic instincts are rooted in the malleable redness of Sa Đéc clay and in the vibrations of a scarred land that is both intimately familiar and foreign to me. It is the poetry of the body and of the gut.
When It All Falls Down
by Samantha Lê
“When in All Falls Down” was first recorded for My Solitude. ©2003 by Samantha Lê. For permission requests, please use the contact form.