London
On why I don’t get to London often enough. Fish and chips on Notting Hill. Noodles and dumplings steaming in Chinatown. And the correct Brasier.
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On my father
He ruled the wok and the pot. He cooked tong from scratch with rice fluffy and hot and sweet. He pulled me out of abuse and hospitals and brought me home when I was lost.
Tokyo
On cheesecake in Ginza. The filter of fast-moving particles and locating my husband.
Hawaii
On unrushed days in Hawaii. Swimming with dolphins, forgiving the past, and making love with her growing inside of me.
I am harbour
She didn’t come to visit. She came to nap. She lay down because my house holds. I am harbour.
On nitpicking
Nitpicking happens in the moment. Without thought. Without impact assessment. Without malice.
On Housekeeping
He walks the dogs. I move the world. He does the mornings. I place everything in motion.
On Miscarriage
By the time I had written the thank-you cards to our wedding guests, I was pregnant. Then my womb was empty again.
