Tagged: family business

in the party room,

in the party room,
there are waiters making
wontons in one booth,
waiters folding napkins
into perfect triangles
in another, and you
alone in the
corner, carving
flowers out of the
morning’s turnips
as if setting them
free could also
release you

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: turnip

by the fourth

by the fourth
generation, you
either start to
slack or you get
. no matter
what they tell
you, there is
always a margin
for error. on
the other hand,
there is no
solution for the
lackluster tone
in summing up
history as if it
were for granted