Psychiatric Sessions Poem by RIC BASTASA

in Vietnam
i had noodles
almost everyday
except for the
french bread
and some
shrimps i miss the usual rice
which they
do not serve there
and thinking of rice makes
me miss
my own country like you there in Ontario
i began to count my days there
in my fingers
and then my toes and
then i decided to
come home for i cannot imagine
myself as a piece of a
ceramic figurine
which fell from that
display
breaking into pieces

it is very expensive.