"Untitled Poem", by Francis Chang.
This is not a translation.
My Italian girlfriends dressed up on Sundays
in dresses and heels.
They told me they were going to eat chinks after confession.
I thought that this was either someone's house
or the name of a restaurant.
Little did I know, they were headed for Chinatown.
Not having any spending money and never going to church,
I never joined them.
We went our separate ways on Sundays.