From how poor we was, to euphoria
There was always time for karaoke
& fortune cookies at old Chinese spots
in the nineties. Whispers of Selena
dripping from two Peavey speakers’ mouths—
my love for fried rice, freshly ignited
near sections furthest away from the bar.
My mother wasn’t much of a drinker—
she wanted to be a pure examp…
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