pao
chicken for mother's day.
the small
restaurant
snug tight between
the tire center
and wal mart.
hunan's kitchen.
she wanted the drink
with the fruit
and the pink umbrella.
the shrimp
rolls.
she'd sip it for hours,
never getting
to the bottom
of it.
let me try your dish,
she'd say,
her fork already
in your dish
stabbing
at the shredded beef
and broccoli.
always a box or
two
to take home after
opening up her cards
and wiping
the tears from her face.
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