Gingko Kitchen by Louise Bak, Gingko Kitchen

	The Flaming Pistil \|\| Cha Shao
	The Flaming Pistil [1] ...............Rice paper liner for her Pamper¹s ...............to soke up the yellow salt ...............of their gum san labor ...................................when she pisses ...................................into the disposable product ...................................headed for landfill junket ...................................reeking of senseless waste ...................................tossed from a culture ...................................that reached for ...................................the haft .............................................all those times when .............................................beaver dams were smashed .............................................by gweilo builders .............................................in their leveret haste .............................................to bury .............................................breathing connections .............................................alive .............................................with the workers who shook .............................................with cicatrice memories .............................................of heung-ha ...............sauces and spices sizzle ...............from weathered wok(y)-talkie .........................revealing sugar and sorrel reflections .........................yet unbottled by supermarket scions .........................with their money-making farragos .........................fuelled by galantine fantasies of .......................................................the e x o t i c .......................................................e r o t i c ............................................................as yellow rotter ............................................................cash competitors ............................................................or amatory alyssum ............................................................for bwana bangers. [2] .....mid-program with Popeye and Olive Oyl .....she laughs and they wearily call her .....a little juk sing stalk after she asks father .....why he is not sailor man ..............................she learns he was afraid of discolouring gales ..............................gusting off Britannia's Caerphilly sails ..............................with officers vaunting paragons of X-tian cupidity ..............................while many kowtowed to even their cairn terriers .............................................nose dug into chicken shit .............................................sprouting sainfoin sorrows .............................................which survived the boat .......................................................fermenting in immigration dis-hospices .......................................................greasy restaurants starchy laundromats .......................................................and her public school playground .......................................................where the girls gaggled to giggle and gawk .......................................................at the new student who could not .......................................................pronounce her "s"s which always .......................................................came out as "ch-" ......................................................."flunkey *chink" became oft repeated refrain .......................................................cussed between bubble-gum blows .......................................................during the spelling bee ............................................................they threw dandelions at her ............................................................when she won ............................................................weeds to the to-sang girl ............................................................riled and raring ............................................................to be rooted .......... ............................................. anywhere West‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹<+>‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹East Eden‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹<+>‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹Celestial Kingdom Barbie‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹-<+>‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹Suzie Wong .............................................rolling denuded in the veronal media muck .............................................making candytuft normality. [3] .....spadework through the contumely morass .....she rustles her skirt up and feels the hotpot .....burn of a freshly needled tattoo .....on her inner thigh ....................Kuan Yin imprint smiles ....................with blood traces around ....................her gracile body ..... ..............................one fist clenched ..............................pointed tien-ward ...................................other hand's fingers splayed ...................................over the progress of her ........................................hidden hsueh* in vagina ........................................caroused by dragon veins ........................................of dewberry daring ............................................................profligate pleasure hidden from parents ............................................................through jet-jumbling origanum flights ............................................................of evasion from the local tong ............................................................discussing hymen reconstruction ............................................................and the current exchange rate .................................................................they calumniate her sex .................................................................striving for satiation .................................................................shame-covering her body .................................................................with oyster sauce shellac .................................................................fed to the hirsute dogs .................................................................barking by the doss-house .................................................................where she wrangles with .................................................................promissory solitude ............................................. ....................[alone]................ .................... .................... [4]............... ...............she spars with internal mui tsai ...............desperate and ego-dystonic ........................... she sections her heart into thin slices .................... ........like some pathology pictures .................... ..........she found in medical trash .................... ..........after tear-staining counsellor's couch .................... ............in a cold concrete coppice ......................... ....... ...below .................... ....................the bamboo beacon lights her path .................... ....................to the garlic-peeling grove .................... ....................where their weary ai-yas .......................................................scream of expectations .......................................................meeting defiant risk .......................................................all for the possibility of .......................................................goy .........................when the flower is insufflated .........................from the duologue ..............................marginalia of difference .........................replanted in the garden .........................where her ................................... p i s t i l .............................. ...............burns ................................... ...............style ................................... .................... ovary ................................... ...............stigma ........................................ ...............khuai-charting a cladistic dialogue ........................................ ...............for weathered co-runging ........................................ ...............dream fighters. ................................... ..... ........................................ Cha Shao ..............................a good-for-next-to-nothing woman and ..............................now she can't even do this for him ........................................he leaves her ................................... ... ....holding mesh tea infuser ................................... ..........just dipped in cup ........................................... .....she bibs him to sip .......................................... .. ...one hasty mouthful ....................................................down up-thrust exhaust pipe ........................................ ..........reddens scooped-out face ........................................ ..........bulging coils of belly band ........................................ ..........he sweats as if a dam had burst ........................................ ..........not a domestic deadpan ........................................ ..........but robodroid delirium ........................................ ..........for a split second ........................................ ..........sinker-lines behind ........................................ ..........his house ........................................ ...............he auto-bastes ....................savours hot tea alone ....................while khummi meditators ....................warn of inferiorization ....................Om olio comforts..............................when the sun midrays at noon ..............................through plate-broken window ..............................she chops ginger root ..............................shaped like venus of willendorf ..............................4 3/8" high and [?]-goddess wide ..............................cut in slivers of dutiful memory ..... ...................................swoosh sew'er up ................................... ......the day she wed and bled ................................... .......for mother-in-law who checked the sheets ................................... .......for root-chakran crimson ..................................... ...evidence of blood ................................... .......while a pig woke with medas-pain ................................... ..........scritch scratch scritch ..................................................impudence and impotence .......... .......................................................she clear simmers .....innumerable poor unsatisfied gametes .....thrown away .....he hurtles off .......... .chicken at low temperature .......... .kept low for three hours..........stirs .......... .....adding a pinch of salt .......... ..to gumline hot pot .......... .....where he knocked out a tooth .......... .....for being blubber-thighed .......... .....too slow to turn off the lights .......... .....to cover bruised burnt orange nipples ........... ....condiments lastly with a .......... .....smidgen of sugar for apologies ........... ....she had accepted the soh-time .........................to stay and uh spit .........................behind his pop-up-back ......................... ..........she quick roasts ..... ...................................she strains to make his nosehairs out ...................................but not even bifocals could help ...................................he hits her .............................. ....................unslottable jaw bones .............................. ....................heaved to his beery paunch .............................. ....................mian scrunches away from organ .............................. .....covered top-to-base with fur ......................... ..........the colour of skin-2 on cha shao chicken ...................................she saves some breast-meat ...................................for midnight binge snack ...................................eating only the crispy ...................................highly seasoned skin .............................. .....leaves the tender meat behind .............................. .....in maple leaf flag .............................. .....covering his subtitled video porn collection .............................. .....smuggled in with mealy cockroaches ........................................she steams rakta-meat ...................................nine days phatna by as enfilade ...................................fire at cabbage patch endive ...................................tongue to palate ........................................ behind front teeth while ........................................ secretly eating more cha shao skin ........................................ before going to separate bed ........................................ dreams about a sleeping woman ........................................ revived with a kiss tasting like pitta ........................................ she wakes curved to one side ........................................ to find fresh ejaculate ........................................ plugging her exposed ear ........................................ freeze-framed in his favourite porn stance ........................................not bothering to wipe it off ........................................she creeps to suck ........................................on leftover chicken foot ........................................balances vascular toothpick ........................................in her mouth as she starts the car ........................................unwashed kapala-pot ........................................spills all over the backseat ..................................................she licks rasa-sauce
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