The Chinese teacher laughs, sharing his
memory. "When I first come to America,
everyone look the same to me." His thick accent -
er-ryone, sehm - is too enthusiastic,
is too inviting to the students
who glance at each other, eyebrows raised, shifting
in their seats. Unaware, he continues,
"Do you think all Chinese people look the same?"
Peep-oh, sehm - invites a smile from
the boy in the front row,
blue-eyed, slouching, casually says,
"Yeah. 'Cause y'all do."
He looks around, pleased, his smirk showing off
the strong line of his jaw. He knows
his place in the room --the front row. It allows him
this sentence, the words not a challenge but a statement
of fact. No disagreement, until he hears
the voice of the girl behind him, who has
the same almond eyes of the teacher
and a small, clear voice as she corrects him.
"Because you all do."