Magazine article World Literature Today

Dim Sum Cart

Magazine article World Literature Today

Dim Sum Cart

Article excerpt

Dim sum house in Mongkok, the crowded, traditional

one with gleaming walls, red flowery carpet,

you squeeze through waiters and eaters, tables and chandeliers

to your seat. I am a three-month-old dim sum cart

coming from the kitchen, tailored in European steel, pieces

carefully cut, bent, welded together, and four wheels smooth enough

for my pusher to travel at ease, even running over a fallen chopstick

or pork bone. You peep through my glass doors into desserts,

fried dumplings, fading memories that release your saliva

but there are secrets inside - petroleum gas and a stove head

to keep the food steaming, and a space for spices, sauces,

utensils that make me a walking minikitchen. A luminary in the house,

a vehicle embracing human touch and bringing dialogues, as in

What is the brownish soup you are stirring on the cart?

Good stuff with jujube - newly mixed. Wanna try?

My job, hectic as the day, a stark schizophrenia. …

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