Feast
By Ina Cariño
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Winner of the 2021 Alice James Award
At times located in the Philippines, at others in the United States, the speaker of these poems is curious about how home can be an alchemy from one to the other. Feast explores the intricacies of intergenerational nourishment beyond trauma, as well as the bonds and community formed when those in diaspora feed each other, both literally and metaphorically.
The language in these poems is full of musicality—another way in which abundance manifests in the book. Feast feeds its readers by employing lush sonics and imagery unafraid of being Filipino and of being Asian American.
Feast offers abundance and nourishment through language, and reaches toward a place an immigrant might call home. The poems in this collection—many of which revolve around food and its cultural significance—examine the brown body's relationship with nourishment. Poems delve into what it means to be brown in a white world, and how that encourages (or restricts) growth.
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Feast - Ina Cariño
BITTER MELON
balsam pear. wrinkled gourd.
leafy thing raised from seed.
pungent goya, ampalaya: cut
& salt at the sink. spoon pulp
from bumpy rind, brown half-moons
in garlic & sparking mantika.
like your nanay did. like your lola did.
like your manang braving hot parsyak—
you’ll wince. you’ll think of the taste
of your own green body—mapait
ang lasa. your sneer. masakit, dugo’t
laman. it hurts, this smack of bitter.
yes you’ll remember how much it hurts,
to nick your thumb as you bloom heat
in acid, sili at sukang puti—to grow up
glowering in half-light—to flesh out
& plod through your own grassy way,
unfurl your own crush of vines.
after you tip it onto a mound
of steamed rice, as you chew,
the barb of it will hit the back
of your throat. look at yourself,
square. you used to snarl at moths,
start small blazes in entryways.
woodchip fires, flaking paint.
look, tingnan mo—see your lip
curling in the glint of your bowl.
unruly squash. acrid vegetable,
you’ll flinch. you’ll want to see
nothing, taste like nothing. but
when you disappear your meal—
when you choke on the last
chunky morsel of rice—you’ll slurp
thirsty for more—a saccharine life.
huwag mo akong kalimutan,
you’ll plead—
taste me.
taste me.
SOILED
with scrimshaw-handled comb,
double-sided butterfly, mama tends
to my hair—rakes fine-toothed wood
scarlet across my scalp, its spine
carved with peonies dappled gold.
the instrument glides easy enough
through oil-slicked locks, to sift
kuto: head lice, scourge of parents,
of every grade school classroom.
it is a collaborative effort, slow
hunt shared in swathes of sun
streaming past ikat curtains.
we count crawling parasites.
we pick the eggs with thumbnails,
liquid bug bodies still unformed.
edge pressed to keratin edge—
pop!—until the sacs burst & spray.
tiny teardrops, harmless.
sometimes, there is blood.
soon our lunar cuticles are dotted
with my own wet crimson.
//
I want to smear the same ruby shade
on my lips, jewel-chintz glinting
even at night. I want to click
down stairs, down sidewalks—
heels four inches high & cigarette-thin.
mama says I’m too young.
I still reek of playgrounds
at dusk, still rub heads with kids
whose kili-kili drip sweat
from scampering down alleyways,
past neighborhood sari-sari stores,
their cheap wares beckoning:
berry-colored Chinese Haw Flakes,
homemade lychee ice pops,
bags of chicharron for soaking
in suka at sili. my mouth
still withers pula, raisin-like
after sucking on the last
soggy pork rind—acid lifting skin,
edges curled. I suck & suck:
little louse puckering.
//
mama says I’ll bleed soon.
nights, before bed, we read chapters
from a book naming things
that sound celestial—
cervix, vulva. labia majora.
she points