3 chinese american quatrain

no one talks of the stories 

imprisoned in ancestral bones 

under a fig-rain i pretended there

were doorways to other worlds

monman's rough laughter 

clinging to the walls of 6110 Willow

i have grown up from a fey man

to a man recovering myself 

what was self-contained 

was kept in people's bones 

mémè's wisdom homespun with

experienced tongue   priceless to one