The terms “lengua” or “tongue” refer to both my taste organ and spoken languages. Both of my cultures/tongues/homelands are conceived here as a candied skull, consumed by licks. It all becomes memory and ephemeral.
I wonder if language and even national identities are vanity.
Tasty Totem(Dear Homeland)/Sabroso Totem(Patria Querida)
I see my identity occupying a reflective space between two cultures. In Chinese alchemy, mercury is akin to the thought process because it takes the shape of what contains it yet reflects the world like a mirror. I taste myself on a mercury glass skull, savoring these reflections of identity.