Looks good, no, looks great!
Yumcha lunch at Marigold's
Is fine till the chicken feet,
the bones of which
she spits upon the floor;
different culture different style
I guess - one, both can adjust.
Talk not easy but not so bad
yet I know much of it is lying.
Before we leave she orders
two takeaways on the bill
and asks the waiter for cigarettes
(which they do not have)
though I had sensed no smell of smoke.
Once only of course!
But later I hear back from a mutual friend
how mean I'd been with the money.
The occasional sour taste is to be expected
but that one sticks in mind.
A 'friend' of hers a few years later
fills in the blanks without knowing.
Shrug.