This play was written and performed for Abu Dhabi’s Short and Sweet festival, and won four awards including “Best Overall” and “People’s Choice”.
you try to pronounce each dish’s name
and it rolls off your tongue like a mango bruised, gone bad —
but your mother tongue is a sharp longing for sour tamarind soup.
this poem began in the belly of a fish in the south china sea, which was then caught, fried, and served
as a seven-dollar meal, rice included, at barrio fiesta in lucky plaza. this poem began on a yellowing page
in an unchecked library book about jose rizal’s noli me tangere.
I am stretched out like a supple canvas for her / Massaging / We liked colors and shapes …
Written by Mhraf Worku
As the memory of my mother faded away, / my tongue started to roll differently / and the words spilling out …
the south american continent somewhere like a slice of bread
ready for the touch of a knife. cut
and spread the shrimp soft pink like a tongue
once bled from a continent buttered up
with a colonial language.
Taste the feeling / Of metal chewing flesh and / Children making clothes …