A cat in Hong Kong is called a “mimi,”
because it’s not “meow, meow,” but “mimi, mimi.”
That’s also the name of Hello Kitty’s twin.
My mother calls out to mimi
while Grandma picks out lychee and longan.
Then it’s time to head to the butcher’s.
I stare at the huge pig’s head at the window,
looking across the street where pigs stop
and stare at the women handing out beer flyers.
The women are wearing tight red dresses,
gesturing to the narrow stairs right above.
I walk to the newsstand next door: girls,
girls girls in the skimpy, on the cover,
wearing white for purity’s sake.
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