February 25th, 2007

We went to a Chinese Restaurant
No one has heard of.
It is on the outskirts of a villa,
Full of big-name, small footaged shops
No one can afford.

He ordered us the Pu-Pu platter,
Stifling the required laughter
That is should be an asterisk on the menu.

We ate, interchangeably exchanging jokes about
Pu-Pu.
Each other's visible entertainment the
Fuel that kept the night so young.

I didn't plan this night.
Ironically,
No one could have planned it better.