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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