i’d
just turned seven and we’d lie awake
sweating,
and fanning ourselves in the heat
the
summer was tough, the rations limited
and
i still remember the delicious donkey meat
papa
helped skin the carcass, so the cooks
gave
him a chunk of the meat, unofficial, boiled
mama
cut it up into small cubes and seasoned it
with
mashed garlic, soy sauce, vinegar, and sesame oil
the
starving donkey had broken in at the tofu mill
where
my parents worked in the packaging-shed
it
dashed away as the watchman came, and
was
mistaken for a thief and shot dead
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