Over Dim Sum
Family reunion as a metaphor for
taking your clothes off midday
in the middle of a supermarket on a Sunday morning
before the service.
Oh, the tense present.
Your ‘ness’ to my blueness
gifting me red side eyes—
a Chinese New Year envelope without the gold
across the baos, shumai, hargow and gyoza
spinning like a cracked record and a perpetual eye roll.
Case of blues, case of you, case of true.
You open it like an unwilling lazy eye.
What you don’t know won’t kill you.
Estrangement caused by growing
interpreted as contrived and purposeful
by x-crossed fingers cemented in their permanence.
What ever happened to the wholiness of a family?
The sanctification of blood and DNA?
My brown eyes are my citizenship.
At what point do colored contacts make me
eligible for deportation? At what point
do we call each other alien?
Modern conceptions of the other always
imply brownness and blackness