Tagged: grandma

i am opening

i am opening
a fresh package of
candied pinto
beans and
remembering
how you used to
carry them overseas,
from grandma to
grandma to
granddaughter,
hand to hand to
hand, an exchange
all at once
familiar and
unfamiliar, a
sugar-coated
nostalgia
.
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for the period

for the period
between
when the spirit leaves
the body and the
body leaves its
constitution –
there is fiction
and nonfiction –
i slip
between the
pages to reread
all your stories and
realize
life cannot be
contained
.
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washing rice in

washing rice in
autumn, my fingers
turn cold under
running water,
remembering
my grandmother’s
hands, already two
weeks’ frozen
.
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death prepares for death

death prepares for death
mostly dry-eyed, perhaps with
a bit of glimmer –

it’s best to keep your cool in
the face of scathing surveys
.
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snow in Atlanta

snow in Atlanta
is mostly rumor –
but you and me,
we are more
than mostly
dreamers
.
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when the heart

in the drawing room

in the drawing room
before sunrise, our piano
is picking up your
Japanese
darkness swallows
the translation, but
the influence
strikes memories
out of my sleep
.
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it’s no small thing

it’s no small thing –
observing that the
heart must
break. the pieces
have already
been carefully
measured,
weighed,
sometimes
parceled out over
time
– i lie
in the dark,
turning, twisting,
and rotating this
recent piece
in both hands –
it’s no small thing
.
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a string of lights is

precarious – when