backstreet of glendale
ivy chokes the cream corner
water drips
and drips
the koi secure in its fall

we are the only ones there
family or gaping holes?
the air quiet

I am scolded
clothing too wrinkly
clumsy gold hoops
look of disdain hits my forehead

aunty fights for tea, free with meal
too light, why rose water?
I'll wait for yours.

stomachs puffed with buttery rice
soap opera on
catching glimmers of language I wish
was written in my skin
chai brewing
allspice cinnamon
stikan just warm
I drink two more

the country a train ride's distance
tables dusted and old