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