I said, "The last bite tasted the same
as the first bite."
She said, "Sometimes the call
to be different from those around us
remains hidden in folded spaces."
I asked, "How, then, might loving
our neighbor fit into knowing
differentness?"
She answered, "Shrines on the same
side of the street often share
peculiar and various words of comfort."
I said, "I recognize where the need
for performing in the eyes of my ancestors
comes from."
She said, "We place a baby in our aunt's arms
and witness the generations coming to us."
A Thread You Follow 