The Japanese Steakhouse

“Me gustaria reservado para…?”


“Hoy, si”

The server is kind to my broken Spanish
here at The Sensai
Everyone at our table is Canadian
We’re the only Quebecers
It’s a Punta Cana mosaic
a gathering of unlikely cultures –
or a bad joke
as bad as my tan
At least I know the sun is real
Everything else is a stage set
for the Canadian extras
who play “on vacation”
I don’t feel bad when I ask for more wine
I like this manufactured paradise
I like pretending it’s not snowing in Quebec City


Raquel Fletcher