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On Eating, My Family

They are coming. The cousins, the aunts, the eyes, the lips, the moving lips, the eating lips, the food-coated mouths. Biting, breathing, then biting, chewing, gorging. The food covers their faces, their long faces, their smile-swallowed puckers. Eyebrows hidden in … Continue reading

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