Your golden car looks like rusting vomit.
You show me your displeasure when I say this.
Shrugging, I never know that you didn't like this.
"I grimace! Like this!" He shows me.
I tell him,
Where I come from, grimaces are an expression of acceptance.
He countered with something about the Vietnamese.
I forget sometimes that people see me as ethnically different.
I don't see it.
When I said,
'Where I come from...'
I meant a place in myself.
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