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By Jack Henry

waitresses carry hot plates
stacked with rice and kung pow chicken

vivid smiles on round faces
make me sad and i wonder
why did Captain America die so young

fat mothers with milk stained skinny daughters
carry thick bags of boxed food

my phone has not rang in weeks
now the battery is dead

an Indian man, that is, a man from India
makes a joke and laughs

i do not speak that language even though
i danced for tourists in Mumbai before you were born

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