This is a gorgeous book, full of grief and beauty.
my sister is no longer
lonely. Her right leg is crooked and smaller
than her left, but she swims straight.
Her whole body is a glimmering fish.
White rice steaming, almost done. Sweet green peas > fried in onions. Shrimp braised in sesame
oil and garlic. And my own loneliness.
What more could I, a young man, want.
Visions and Interpretations
Truth is, I’ve not seen my father
since he died, and, no, the dead
do not walk arm in arm with me.
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