At the Fish Counter in Viet Hoa Supermarket
A
Quang Vo
in half. Those women, reminiscent
of their mothers so long ago—
bartering over primitive scales, cautious
Now, standing in a supermarket,
by the hours, the housewives watch
the blades, steel workers without wages,
slice the gray-eyed victims—sharp
And the daughters—faces pretty as
digital scales and price labels in English.
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