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A flying duck takes off on the wall
above Aunty Esme’s head,
the floral décor lights up next to
a lute-playing angel, and Christ’s
head, though crowned with thorns,
is surrounded by a string of silver stars.
On the wall, a doily, family photographs,
a pink cardboard model house
perched above a tea-towel
printed with Christmas motifs.
The tiles at my feet create
3D optical illusions.
A decorated fish graces the table,
food preparation a ritual for guests
fish-scales made of Spanish onion.
After dinner there are games
to make the family and visitors laugh.
In my family, in Scintli’s family,
we both would not play. The distance
here is far enough removed
to let it be. But I see the familiar
rebellions on Sakhi’s face.