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Untitled [Sitting across from me on the bus a Chinese]

Frances Chung
Sitting across from me on the bus a Chinese
couple and their young son. The wife is not
accustomed to riding in automobiles so she
feels nauseous and uncomfortable. She cups
her hand over her mouth as if to vomit.
Finally, she opens her pocketbook to fish
out pieces of coconut candy, offering one to 
her husband and son wordlessly. They are 
headed for Chinatown with shopping bags of 
groceries. They do not speak much to each 
other and when they do, they speak a different
dialect. The scene is reenacted endless times
with the stage sometimes shifting to the 
subway.

From Crazy Melon and Chinese Apple by Frances Chung, published by Wesleyan University Press, 2000.

From Crazy Melon and Chinese Apple by Frances Chung, published by Wesleyan University Press, 2000.

Frances Chung

by this poet

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oh lucky me
I am of some use
I am of some inspiration
to the two men 
across the lunchcounter
I remind them of the
last Chinese restaurant
they took their family to
did you know that
Chinese food was delicious?
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she heard tales about saving grapefruit skins for cooking
she grew bright under the neon dragon of Chinatown
she made saffron curry rice for friends
she attended a barbecue in Amarillo, Texas
she stepped around yellow piss in snow
she cut herself on a Hawaiian pineapple
she
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Riding the subway is an adventure
especially if you cannot read the signs.
One gets lost. One becomes anxious and
does not know whether to get off when
the other Chinese person in your car
does. (Your crazy logic tells you that
the both of you must be headed for the
same