Ode to Fat People

Buongiorno Principessa (from YOU AMERICANS)

Buongiorno, signore. Kiss on each cheek though neither are Italian. Try not to be straniere. Ah, The Castle. You read Kafka? It depresses me when I'm reminded. Really? Thinking about books makes me frantic! That's an optimistic way of looking at it. But all this time I thought you were speaking Frrrench! I am American, after all. Yes, dear, you most certainly are. And I am Swiss-Filipino! It could be worse. Would we even know it? Never enough love affairs unraveled in foreign countries. You yell "Elizabeth!" in a dark courtyard for hours only to be told to go home. Romantic, though. Wasn't it? He shook his head no and offered his Brit teeth, not a smile. What were you going to say? Nothing. I need to cry more.