Friday, May 16, 2014

things that remind you of home

what is the taste of me?
dried tamarind, humid sun

what does my mother smell like?
lemongrass in the gardens

you can still taste
crushed betel leaves
when you turn us in
your tongues
the remnants of my grandmother
when you
pluck us strip us
eat us

so what is the flavour of us?
of three generations chewed between
teeth browned by the
bitterness of manhood?

i part my lips and he tastes death

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