Finally you arrive at a small bungalow
with a thatched roof and bamboo frame.
Inside, is every face you’ve ever made. You
leave in a hurry, just go right back outside
and stand a few feet away with your back
to the door. Nearby, a gathering of
wives are seated at a bamboo
table. They wear suits and dainty shoes
and little anguish veils across their faces.
They have expensive, sharp silverware.
You wonder what will they eat?
As a special, expensive touch,
they have handmade White House
and Pentagon salt-and-pepper shakers. Why
do you feel sorry for them? A...