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Incidental Arlene Ang For years we've paraded in different towns with our brass. Munroe never smiles or removes his beret in public. Rumors say he is misogynist. I cannot help but scratch my chin with distrust every time his goatee strains the sun my way. Oblivious to rudeness, Wang always sits beside him in the bus, falls asleep. The Chinese are seraphic when they dream open-mouthed. Cautiously, I draw out my camera. Munroe's dark glasses crucify me in mid-shot; I click too late. Wang's saliva escapes capture. Later studying their portrait at home, I realize they are lovers. |  |