Tales of sick, forgetful great aunts
and of long-gone grandfathers
Praises for oily, glistening dishes
and for perfumed bouquets of six
flowers
Cousins astray, with errant boyfriends
and sisters gossiping, ringing phones
Blocks of steamed rice, piled up in
chunks
for uncles who are masters of cooks
Orange, sweet concoctions in polka dot
cups
for nieces running with flowery skirts
Repeat, rituals, buried under
mellifluous talks
faded effigies of smiling kins
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