. orange slices & mint imperials

memories of 


mint imperials 


and 


orange slices 


at the end of a meal are 


ingrained 


in my mind as a treat after dinner, 


everyone is far too full to ever eat 


dessert. 


but to wash down the bloated feeling,


refreshing wedges of orange.


and a mint imperial (or 5) 


whilst people argue over who takes the 


bill.


it’s funny when something so stereotyped becomes the 


meaning of your existence.


how a piece of food is used to create a 


false 


sense 


of 


chinese-ness 


and 


is so subsequent to my sense of self.


but


the thing is, 


no-one even knows who invented the mint. 


it mirrors the the elusiveness of my 


belonging. 


just like 


the memories 


that slip through 



the grasp 



of a simple



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