Chuseok

I miss you     it’s the middle
of our lunar autumn and the hyung
behind the wok at Good Joy
insisted  This mooncake   for you
    fistful of lotus paste
    palmed around salted yolk  –
          umma’s hand  –   warmed barley
          over belly  –  tea’s flush over flecks
          of clinging grain – we are easiest

when no blood
is shared     just moon
under its light   he and I evolve
back to our parents      fighting
    over the bill        over
    money       over kilos
          of gifted clementines      over
          the hiding marriage 
          	our incoming (grand)children

Brother   another for her   pearled
off his fingertips    more moon
gliding lotus      full as harvest
    balling night into
    to-go containers   Is he
          surplus or family
          I want to pay him in both
          but it’s just moon in this fist

so like you would, I pass
it back,    he does      like us
the courtesy game    I miss
    you     Please  brother  take
    Always too much