DIM SUM

Smoking hot steamers and the clank of metal

Small Asian women scurry by

With the last good looking char siu bao

I feel lost among a sea of people who look like me

Who move like me

Eyes deep and vast like me

But speak a language I have forgotten

Ha gau is hello

Shumai,

Thank you for stopping by

Chicken feet,

It’s good to eat

Spare ribs in fermented black beans,

Why don’t you speak Chinese?

Egg tarts,

I felt miles apart

In a strange land of dim sum