Teeth
By Becky Bei
The family at the reunion dinner is a rebrand of bluetooth
White tooth maybe, but it's rotting in a drawer, not telling stories at the river
About straits shaped like dragon teeth: Long Ya Men, Dragon-toothed Gate
It can only exchange compliments with unstable connection and antiquated updates,
Bogged down with most code written in the wrong language,
language that the programmer sung forgotten songs in
Because compliments are the most exciting stories they can tell,
swayed by arguments between the matriarchs, debt between the patriarchs
They left the table after the six-hundred-dollar urn floated up again,
arranged with the other nameless dead in neat rows and columns and floors
On the floor the children fiddle with cartoons, ignore
the sudden document dispatches, misdirected to unsuspecting doe eyed infants
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Becky Bei is a writer from Asia, where she is studying in secondary school.