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2 Poems: Yen Li
Crazy boy Used to send me flowers Addressed; "Heaven Li" Dad would laugh Ask when I'd get a real man Crazy boy said I should change my name Become Heaven Li And play punk rock I told him That a girl From a 5000 year culture Got no time for punk rock Even if she lives in Vancouver Asked me What I thought about At Uncle's Mah Jong school I told him All the stars Are Mah Jong tiles He quoted Einstein "God does not play dice" Why? I asked "The Universe has rhythms" The more reason To play dice Crazy boy Didn't tell him That I like to think Of the blood On the hockey ice But I do? Why I Won't Eat Chinese Food In Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan Mistaken for a waitress! Will not wear white blouse to chinese restaurant again. I deal Mah Jong don't sling dishes. Poker faced across plates, not tipping. Too cold! For cantonese hyphenated canadian. Noodles lacked vigour. This girl does not respect limpness. No squid. No pigface. Just beef. Beef, Beef, Beef. In diners I ask white guys to pass the syrup. Never expect them to cook me pancakes too. |
Yen Li is a Chinese hyphonated Canadian from Vancouver, B.C. She slings tiles in a Mah Jongg parlour and reads way too much for her own good.. She has been known to drink and get sassy. |
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