Hagar's Tears

Hagar's Tears

May 11, 2021

 

 

I cry stars out of my eyes at night. Stars—they aren’t beautiful. You’d think they would be, but they aren’t. They cut my cheeks with their sharp points, drawing blood. When the dawn comes, even the sun flinches at the sight of my puffy eyes and the scars of scarlet on my skin.

I rise at first light, always struggling to haul myself up. I am heavy with the weight of this unknown child. But it doesn’t matter how I feel. This is my morning task now, to sweep the stars out of my tent before the others awake. I must be careful, or the stars might cut my feet, too. I scatter the cold, cruel light with my broom.

I sweep, and sweep, and sweep. How numberless these stars are, like grains of sand on a seashore. The unknown child stirs in me, like a small planet turning, like the tide coming in. 

 

 

 



Naomi Kim
is an Asian American writer whose work has appeared in Lunch TicketUnbroken JournalPatheos, and other publications. In the fall, she will begin working towards her PhD in English at Washington University in St. Louis. 







Photo by 
Nima Sarram on Unsplash


Leave a comment

Comments will be approved before showing up. We don't allow comments that are disrespectful or personally attack our blog writers.


Also in The Waking

Go
Go

September 26, 2022

His idea is for the train to go into the hills and slow in the woods, and for the boy who’s been lost in the woods to see it, board it, and for the train to go full steam ahead back to town to reunite the boy with his lonely and shaken father.

Read More

On the River Trail
On the River Trail

September 23, 2022

Cal and I never figured out a system for who would tuck in behind the other as we approached other cyclists, always fumbled at the last minute with our brakes squealing and gears snagging, tires cutting zigzags across one another as we struggled for balance when moving so slowly, indecisively.

Read More

Guts, Mostly
Guts, Mostly

September 21, 2022

I am thinking about the woman I met, a friend of a friend, who told me how her intestines were removed so her baby could be born.

Read More