and now...
now...
now I can't shut the fuck up about it.
my eyes are crimson dewy.
my voice is stained and pleading.
she's not dead-
my Chinese grandmother-
i just wandered out of her view...
which, to most 7 year old boys, is nothing to cry about.
but i like to cry.
loud.
because i'm a stupid asshole.
i've found her just now-
my Chinese grandmother-
and if the world was a just place
(which it isn't)
she'd be hitting me with a big purse filled
to the brim
with Zen rock gardens and fine porcelain,
because even though now she's back and I can hold her hand again,
I STILL can't shut the fuck up.
I just can't seem to Chinese win.
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