Read The Language Inside Online
Authors: Holly Thompson
she asks about the tsunami
and I tell them about Madoka’s family
the aunt still missing
and how I wish I could be there helping
then I ask if Lily dances, too
the folk, the classical
no, I only tried it in the camps
she says
refugee camps?
I ask
Lily nods
some dancers who’d survived
taught us
Lily turns back to the stove then
which I think means
I shouldn’t ask more
so I ask Sam what he’ll be dancing
in the upcoming performance
some folk and I think one classical
he says
get him to show you the DVDs
Beth says as she walks by
the one from the water festival
and the one from the state college
so after we finish making spring rolls
Sam takes me into Chris’s art studio
and we sit down in front of a beat-up desk
surrounded by Chris’s sketches tacked to the walls
and paintings leaning and stacked everywhere
Sam slides a DVD into a computer
and fast-forwards
and there he is onstage
dancing with some basket things
this is the fishing dance
those are fish traps
he says
and suddenly I’m in another world
Toby comes in, leans over us, says
hey! like soran
which is exactly what I’m thinking—
soran bushi
and other folk dances we learned
for school sports festivals in Kamakura
and that I later danced with a
yosakoi
team
Sam skips forward on the DVD
and then he’s a monkey with a mask
one of several onstage scratching, leaping
somersaulting, playing with his tail
doing cartwheels and back handsprings
and he’s lithe and athletic and amazing
then he skips again and says
here’s a classical dance—
not me, but maybe soon . . .
I want that part—Hanuman
and he points to a character in white
with a dagger and monkey mask
dancing opposite a girl
with an ornate gold tail
it’s from the Reamker
he says
the Cambodian Ramayana
oh
I say
and think
note to self:
learn about the Reamker
and Sam says
this is the part where Hanuman the monkey king
finds the mermaid who’s stealing the stones
for making the bridge to the island
where Sita is being held
and I look at Sam
who’s staring intently at the screen
and maybe, the girl
and I am suddenly filled with
envy and awe
and other feelings
that make my face go warm
then Beth comes in with Mom and Lena
and she asks Sam to go back to the monkey dance
and we watch that dance again to the end
then the music changes from classical Cambodian
to hip-hop and the monkeys break into crazy moves
and Van is jumping around mimicking them
when they all leave the room
I ask Sam to show me the fishing dance again
I tell him I learned some folk dances in Japan
and explain about my
yosakoi
team
how long have you been doing this?
I ask
since I moved back to Lowell
when I was twelve
why didn’t you tell me?
I say
and it sounds accusing
which is not at all what I’d meant
but it seems like such a big part of him
and I don’t know why but
I’m suddenly jealous . . .
the dance? the girl?
I had no idea you dance
so seriously, I mean
Sam says
well, it’s hard to explain
Americans don’t get this
unless they see it
I bristle
Americans?
I’m American and I get it
and in Japan we dance folk dances
and Obon dances all the time
which is a stupid thing to say
because people hardly dance them
all the time
but I can’t seem to stop my tongue
not all Americans are the same
and anyway,
you’re
American
he skips the DVD back
to another classical piece
with five girls dancing
silver cups in hand
he turns from the computer to me
as the girls toss something from the cups
and waits until I look at him
hey
he says
I swallow
glance at him
hey
I say back
we return to the kitchen
and help his mother ready the feast
she speaks to him in Khmer
then switches to English
and back to Khmer
and suddenly I realize
from the way his mother speaks to him
from the way Chris and Beth speak to him
and from some forms and papers on the refrigerator
that say
Samnang Gill
that “Sam” is Samnang
not Sam Nang
and I feel like a complete
and total
dodo
Samnang
Samnang
Samnang
I say to myself
and I wonder if I ever
actually called him Sam
to his face