I buy Chinese food from the same dump every day;
the food stinks & the place is filthy,
but the woman behind the counter seems angrily
oblivious to her sweaty t-shirt
    & saggy **** like ripe hanging melons;
stirring fried rice / shaking her wifely      *** in sheer yoga pants
w/out a thought; her English is terrible &
I can't recall one word, but she knows my order
as soon as I walk in [moo goo *** pan] &
now her daughter,
apparently home from college
[no conversation ever takes place when I'm there,      
besides their yelling Chinese back & forth) I simply stop
            talking altogether whenever I go in & now
when the daughter, a smaller but plumper version
of her mother, sees me come in she say:
[moo goo *** pan]
& I just nod, we never talk to one another,
the kitchen is steamy & the women are busy packing   up   orders
while the guys in back               stand over
sizzling              woks   having                                               a cigarette;
when  the daughter is stirring rice       she   shakes
her *** the same way (but the daughter has a bubble-****]