Never had spaghetti before coming to America. It took twelve days.
Botany Hill. Mr. Lang.
Always very nice to me that Mr. Lang.
Coming to America.
Didn’t see the statue.
Never had spaghetti before coming to America.
It took twelve days.
Doesn’t choke it fattens you.
Two plus two.
I could do long division by decimals.
Night School. Mr. Lang.
Always very nice to me that Mr. Lang.
Coming to America.
It took twelve days.
Must have been a lot of chickens in America,
I thought,
passing shacks and shacks crossing New Jersey.
Didn’t see the statue.
Can’t talk but can explain what it means.
It took twelve days,
coming to America.
I Never had spaghetti before coming to America.

First published in The Quarterly
C 1989