Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Passa Falang

En route to our cafe rendezvous
On University Avenue
Debating "Sushi, pho or nachos?
Everything bagels or decadent croissants?"
Famished literary ninjas crammed in a car,
(Or were we roaming gung-ho samurai?)
Pondering our ink-filled avatars,
The verbose madame from Phnom Penh
Who loves to sing "Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto"
And every stanza of "Bohemian Rhapsody" at karaoke
Reminds me, "Sabaidee will always be a foreign word."
Aloha, America. Of thee, I sing.


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