A blue eye dissected me
Devoured bones of terracotta,
Kite-string hair,
Paper skin and bamboo blood
The same blue eye discarded me
Spat hot, white venom
On every letter of my middle name
Pulled back its eyelids and
Told its kids
“Stay away from that dirty chink.”
“I like girls with made-in-China pussies”
“I like girls with eyes
Like grains of rice
And high-pitched voices
Who never say no.”
Was it you who burned
My ancestors
In that take-out box?
We shimmer through
A translucent reality,
Woven from the finest silk
And immortal peach fuzz.
Our hanfu billow gently in the wind,
Tethered to our
Willow branch spines
That never break.
Eight peony blossoms sink
To the bed of the Huang He,
Tucked in to the music of gunshots,
Swallowed up by the infinite jaws of the American eel.
The Jade Rabbit’s golden tear
Floods the Great Wall.
Asia bleeds,
But my mother will never die.