bibimmyeon at noon, orange glinting off leafy glaze and window glimmer, halmoni sets the bowl before me, gloved, varicose hands sifting light and color: bone-white, the red gochu seeped through,…
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My sister took a picture and called it “The Food Chain.” A dry earthworm, thick with road dust, clamped in the bright jaw of a mockingbird trapped in the chrome…
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Lunches in Russian immigrant family households must have been a three-course affair, if my younger years were any indication. My grandparents lived at our house then, sleeping on a makeshift…