i remember II

remember year two thousand  or one
my brother had just died  and I'd moved in

with girl back then  strange chinese chick that played
with my mind  she wrote poetry  helped out

her father's restaurant in Kits  he made
real good fried rice  real bad sweet sour soup

the man (flared disco pants I had once found
could not talk to her  he'd just sadly look

for right words  he would bring her food  we'd sit
he'd watch us from the kitchen  furrowing

his brow  she once said he'd lived in Peru
that he had loved her  just did not know how