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Bonjour, mes amis! Konnichiwa!
The other day, I found this wonderful poem by Beth Ann Fennelly, and it made me think how very Japanese I am.
Unlike the narrator of the poem, I don’t even have to pledge to be more reserved. I am, after all, the subtle avocado in the middle of a California roll, that first light of day (never glaring), the first one to bow in your presence. I rarely wear yellow, worship at the temple of tempura, and prefer to speak in hushed tones. Wrap me in a kimono, and with small, silent steps, I’ll follow you home, and grace your life with the fragrance of haiku.
Jama's Alphabet Soup 