China New Star closed, now new owners
coming in
switching from Chinese to Thai
one taste
and the establishment became
my favorite twice a week
every week
I consumed every item on the menu
got to know the waiters, waitresses
also other patrons
90% were immense
truly obese
gobbling Basil chicken, Coconut shrimp
Steaming red crabs in a fiery sauce
such happiness on plump faces
sometimes
I’d stopped munching
to stare
guilty, a voyeur
but when a woman
cracked a chair and fell
I leaped up
helping the dear soul
to another throne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem