Instructions for care | Catherine Rockwood

Once, a man I wouldn’t decipher
gave me his dead son’s shirt
and his dead son’s rice-cooker.

“You have to clean its steam-trap,”
he said, jabbing the cooker’s back
with one finger. Snapped in there

a little clear plastic box waited
to catch hot mist and boiled-up bran,
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