i met a chinee artist today.
a chinee? really? a chinee? artist?yes. a real chinee artist. and oh, my, what artistry, what musicality, what poeticity...
a chinee artist/poet/musician? no way!yes way. you better believe it.
say, where she from? dis chinee wondah?china. she was made in china.
ah, i see. just anuddah one of dem mass production chinee. nutting too special. one dollah store special. same ting every year but different colour maybe.no. she wasn't made in a factory. she was made in china.
she a white devil ghost lady?no? i mean, yes? i mean, maybe? it's hard to tell? she looks chinee to me. she says her parents are from china. but she felt she had to explain it. she felt she had to tell us. i don't know why. but i knew right away.
ah, chinee stirfry.but aren't we all a little like that nowadays--a little stirfry? a little asian fusion? a little dim sum sushi bar all-in-one? if i were a bowl of pho, i'd be full of chicken feet, potatoes and meat, flat rice noodles, yellow egg noodles, char siu bun, and steamed fish in a pool of soy and ginger.
yech, humbalung. too muchee. no tastee.but that's how i like my diaspora.
