maybe he wasn't american yet, newly off an airplane
from nepal, his carefully formed letters as he copied
the menu items onto the order form, squinting and
stuttering, so uncertain.
a taciturn woman scurried by to usher in more clientele,
scolding the young man to clear the tables and
get water, where is the silverware and he apologized
for not getting the beer, leaving them finally on
our table without an opener.
how difficult to arrive and be at work, only
able to copy each letter carefully from the menu,
we never did get our naan.
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