Sunday, February 10, 2008

From a good friend, E. Darcy Trie, Onerios13

which is her moniker on Allpoetry.com.

  You can visit her here:    http://allpoetry.com/onerios13

Rice



poa is chopping onions
as green as her hands are 
white and impatient of
slow elbows, 
aspirins and me

her hair is flat like flappers
with a face born in war
and grandpa dying young
of the lungs and so glad is she
that he never met 
me in my twenties

i say nothing
to the soup tasting of
red potatoes and disappointment
and stay cooked in her rage
in that voice heavy with tea
and obligation

her knuckles seems to say:

‘i have fed you, raised you 
in my bowls and milk attention’

and how i thanked her with 
quick doors 
those boys
and moments without her
cooking

i carefully ignore her
because i know
this cannot die
she is chinese soap operas
and ginger dumplings
sunday paigow and choking
on traditions of
the good granddaughter
that other granddaughter
who honors the spoon
and wooden sticks
coated in obedience 
and salt


so i do not speak
but pour her soup
and bind us again
beneath the quiet kitchen gods

bind us with
rice
&
the jasmine of her face


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