---===* Number of the Feast *===---

Life must be a clever play on words

and so we choose to eat Chinese

though we never ask what.

The #2 Special, with lots of water

chesnuts, and, oh please, don't let

it have the hot sauce that burns our

tongues, we don't know what its called.

We eat, and drink in the sight of each

other in the twilight, the tea is green,

and the eggrolls have blue inside. We don't

ask about that, but the bamboo is stringy

and we wonder if we chose well.

We find that, perhaps, we ought not to try

any more Chinese, that it was a mistake we

made to be here, and we dress silently

as the fortune cookies lay unopened.

Next week we might try Mexican, but we must

try not to play Bolero until we can laugh, after.