Wednesday, November 24, 2010


I'm finished cooking lunch. Please come and eat.
I've slaved over a hot stove since daybreak,
Preparing this extraordinary fake,
Something that looks like dim sum — chicken feet,
Pork dumplings, breaded beef, a meal complete
With stir-fried peppers and that spicy snake
You love so much. Now that we're all awake
Come to the table, please, and take a seat.

I have no chopsticks, and no cutlery
So use your fingers. If the food's too hot
Don't stick your dirty fingers in the pot,
But wait until it's cooler, and you'll see
There's still some chicken left for you and me,
Along with that domestic thing you caught.