I’ve got more essence than a Scorsese nightclub scene.
My spirit twinkles like tea lights
above a backyard patio in 1950s Queens.
The whole family’s always here.
There’s Szechuan hot peppers in my touch.
When people look into my eyes
they say they can hear the Mormon Tabernacle Choir
singing Handel’s Messiah on the Sunday before Christmas
with Ronan Tynan on the solo.
