through cooking rituals, chasing down the path she has already traveled, looking for signs . . . ). the photo is of my brother, daniel, remember him? :) i feel like this photo of him and his sweet potato spilling out of the pot goes with this poem-in-process. thanks for such a lovely day, love, aiko
Kazuko Nakamine, sweet potato feet Her feet are not sweet potatoes is not planted firmly in the ground a woman who is swollen from standing? Her blood is not sugar is not sweet potatoes feeding her seven grandchildren who she cannot say “no� to? Her memory is not famine is not a ration standing in line for her younger sister who is humiliated? Her disease is not satiated is not devouring her future tense who can visit her?


Her documents are not edible is not seaweed in great quantities what makes girls beautiful? 91