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Watching My Grandmother Eat Fish
like a cat
her once slim fingers
tear each morsel off
the bones
deliberately
Crouched, intent
between mouthfuls of rice
she informs me
that I used to snap off their tails
and with great care remove their skins
declaring the flesh boring
And I think how I know no other
like her really
living in her house of strangers
in a race where blood is most prized.
By Joanne Leow
QLRS Vol. 1 No. 4 Jul 2002
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