Melei, once Father's lotus blossom,
hawked her trinkets to a gweilo
on his way to Forbidden City
who said he didn't have any change
in Mandarin and pidgin English
and handed her a haute couture
Sunday Times dog-eared page
about a certain McQueen xiānshēng
whose "Savage Beauty" exhibition
brought to mind pain putting on slippers,
Tung Mei, who taught her the lotus gait,
and stories by Father when she was nine
of dynastic concubines without sons
ordered to die with the emperor
while she waited for her niece
to wheel her to her brother for supper.
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