my teeth are missing

once we hear the rustlesof plastic bag, the heavy footsteps of my dad tired from a day-long toil, we know it's here. the treat we call Indian mangoes. Kings ofPhilippines summer (inhouses where cheaper varieties were considered best) dressed in grass-greenits flesh more honey than vinegar. if you're luckyat its center you may getyour own… Continue reading my teeth are missing

little girls with chocolate cake feet

A two-minute quick sprint out of a wooden house with wiggling eight-step stairs ("our" because we live there, but is not really ours at all) and I and my two sisters are out of reach of our mom's arms carrying the fourth young mouth of the family. Under a soft-roast summer noon, bare feet and little… Continue reading little girls with chocolate cake feet