endless reruns

a vision of glass 
noodle strings with carrots
hair bathed in soy

a tightly rolled rice
paper wrapper stuffed 
cheeks of shrimp and pork

the nanny who tended 
your son's fevers that
foreign summer 

the surgeon dark and only 
five foot tall who took out
the burst appendix

the echo of always
cleaning doing laundry 
singing smiling teeming

some believe the afterlife 
a place of punishment
or reward

some believe we'll be reborn
as many times as we couldn't
perfect our past lives 

ruthless skin
unbroken teeth voice
for a gilded screen

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