The email comes silently As if Afraid of unnecessary notice from strange eyes.
The attached drawing, Draft of a restaurant interior, Surface-painted with the color Of endura bronze.
But a cluster of arrogant words, Incoherent, Crude, Asking aloud To seal the business with a number.
Out there somewhere. In Shanghai, On the top floor Of a very old building, A fancy place will be born, Pub & Grill They call it. Very western, Different From all traditional styles.
The way it should be As hinted proudly By the sender’s broken English.
Published in Cha: An Asian Literary Journal together with a recording.