There’s Something Going On Here
Joy Hewitt Mann

It’s a kind of paranoia, I guess,
my supposing the restaurant on Front
folded for lack
of occidental eyes.  Bad management
was what the townfolk said, though
their eyes closed in
as they said it, and a smile
lurked like an oriental dragon
in a tic on one cheek.

The restaurant’s “under new management”
now, which means
the waitresses are blond and bubbly
while serving “Canadian” and Chinese.

And somewhere in a copper jungle
immersed in heat
the boat-people