A poem by Sennah Yee
Noodle Bowl at White Spot
My high school Art teacher taught me this. Apparently it’s from Eleanor Roosevelt.
Neighbours need to know when to keep to themselves, if you know what I mean.
There was a time when the only thing I felt was mine were my cutting thoughts.
Do yourself a favour and pick up Jen Sookfong Lee’s latest book, Gentlemen of the Shade: My Own Private Idaho.