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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