On Reading Travel Documents My full name means I am still alive. This photograph means I’ve crossed a desert and a sea to get here. This date of birth means beginnings are usually scary. This place of birth means fear is always looking for a nest. This number is someone forced to abandon their home and wander from country to country in search of peace. My occupation as a software engineer means I wanted a modern job, to forget about the past. This little box means my past is not a source of inspiration. This dot means someone was killed by a bomb. This line means someone else inhaled toxic gas. This microchip means my daughter is gluing a tail of crepe papier to form a pink rabbit at a workshop for children. The expiration date means the school bus was halted and some of the pupils disappeared. This blanc space means I have no other wish but to feel safe. These slashes mean birds have different names in different languages. These angle brackets mean these birds are reluctant to migrate. My signature means my home is my heart. These stamps mean there is still a long way to go.
Monica Manolachi lives in Bucharest, Romania, where she teaches English and Spanish at the University of Bucharest. She is a literary translator and a poet. She has published numerous articles on contemporary poetry and prose, and is the author of Performative Identities in Contemporary Caribbean British Poetry (2017).
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