"Did you eat the leftovers I gave you?"
"Yeah, Mom."
"Don't sound so thrilled."
"There's too much chicken in your penne ala vodka."
"I'm sorry."
I instantly felt bad for saying it.
Her mother's rice never had enough.
And my uncles couldn't play basketball with a corpse
though one of them was just inducted
into his high school's hall of fame
fifty years after ever running the court.
If only the Sixties and Seventies hadn't hit.
If only that car hadn't killed their father.
They say I have his nose.
I think it's his heart.
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