Chinese Class

She is laughing,
Her eyes disappearing into her face
Like animals into their burrows.

It is funny to her,
That I am flawed: That I can understand
But not comprehend.

I speak to her with my
Flat Southern Drawl (Immediately Stereotyped- A cartoon of myself)
And wrestle with sounds like ‘tshahi’.

The trouble is that I
Always understand what she says, and without me
No one else would.