Bento Box by
Emelie Ali
How lucky am I
That my birthday
Is the anniversary of when we met.
Soft and squishy from birth,
You loved me more than most,
And you love me more than most now, still.
I frustrate you,
Laugh with you—
Was ashamed to love you.
Yet with patience and grace
You raised me:
Taught me how to balance chopsticks
So we could gossip over sushi
On 32nd and 5th.