image by yi ching lin
our memories are wrapped
our memories are wrapped
in cushions of untruths. when
you say i recall, how much is it
a re-calling, a re-placement of
the conditions – the sounds,
the tastes, even that puncturing
aroma of sweet and savory,
the one that beckons bite me
.
Yi Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits
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