I’ve thought there was nothing I could do but feed you;
and I’ve always loved the way you eat,
you eat selfishly, humming, bending
the french fries to your will, your brown eyes
spotting everything: the tall boy
who has come in with his mother, repressed rage
in espadrilles, and now carries the tray for her.
Oh this is fun, says the mother,
You stand there with mommy’s purse.
And he stands there smiling after her,
holding all the patience in the world.
Four Sonnets About Food
by Adrienne Su
I am afraid I can’t always be here when you need a warm body or words; someday I’ll slip into the red clay I started with and forget who you are, but for now, here’s my offering: baked red fish, clear soup, bread.
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