One child has brown eyes, one has blue One slanted, another rounded One so nearsighted he squints internal One had her extra epicanthic folds removed One downcast, one couldn't be bothered One roams the heavens for a perfect answer One transfixed like a dead doe, a convex mirror One shines double-edged like a poisoned dagger Understand their vision, understand their blindness Understand their vacuity, understand their mirth
Identity Poem (#99)
Are you the sky—or the allegory for loneliness? Are you the only Chinese restaurant in Roseburg, Oregon? A half-breed war orphan—adopted by proper Christians? A heathen poidog, a creamy half-and-half? Are you a dingy vinyl address book? A wrist Without a corsage? Are you baby’s breath Faced down on a teenage road in America? Are you earphones—detached Left dangling on an airplane jack to diaspora? Are you doomed to a childhood without music? Weary of your granny’s one-string, woe-be-gone erhu Mewling about the past Are you hate speech or are you a lullaby? Anecdotes requiring footnotes An ethnic joke rehashed How many Chinamen does it take—to screw How many Chinamen does it take—to screw A lightbulb? Are you so poor that you cannot call your mother? You have less than two dollars on your phone-card And it’s a long cable to Nirvana Are you a skylight through which the busgirl sees heaven? A chopping block stained by the blood of ten thousand innocents Which daily, the same busgirl must wipe off Does existence preempt essence? I “being” what my ancestors were not Suddenly, you’re a vegan vegetarian! Restaurant is a facticity and Getting the hell out—is transcendence Was the punch line “incandescent”? Was a nosebleed your last tender memory of her? Did he say no dogs and Chinawomen? Are you a rose—or a tattoo of fire?