Poetry

Ugly

I went into the golden dragon in Chinatown

got a table for one

and ordered some food

but all the Chinese people got served before me.

I started to get hungry when six boxes of dim sum

made its way to a Chinese family

steam rolling off the top.

Their young boy kept staring at me.

Hey kid I know I am ugly I wanted to shout at him

but instead I winked a couple of times

Then I noticed the Chinese man with his wife staring at me

thinking I was winking at him.

I gave him a smile

and he looked away.

                                                 ~ Marc Carver

                                                Basingstoke, UK

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