Reading “Feeding the Hungry Ghost” while riding the train.
Asking my brother, “Are you a hungry ghost? “
The train lumbers through the outposts of Queens:
Rosedale. Laurelton. Locust Manor.
I have this scene in my mind of me pushing all my worldly goods to my dead brother, apologizing for my survival.
He gives it all back.
He does not require my suffering.
His memory does not require my sacrifice.
“Soy milk and raisins.”
Ingredients in a recipe for vegan seed cake