When I stitched the bones of the bangus-
I tried to recollect our memories
The forgotten memory two souls shared
I heard the screech of the tip of the spoon and fork-
Scratching subtle
Feeling of anger;
It slashed the moment when granny envied the silent scream of the rivaled pain-
It was me and you, eating
Both, what they have left behind.
July 1, 2008*unedited*
Dinner Time
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