so-so

[a picture and a poem - day 02 ]

马马虎虎

i.
if you ask how i’m doing
i tend to say so-so,
not one way, not the other,
i don’t choose sides anymore.

ii.
i used to mule-kick my mother in the womb,
so she birthed me in the year of the horse.
she says that i’m a classic american,
that i have no heart, no remorse.

iii.
my father was a lazy artist
who collected paintings of horses for the hallway,
my mother always said he was ruining her feng-shui,
so he left her a painting of a tiger by the door
after he couldn’t call this his home anymore.

iv.
i watched my mother hang
some chinese charm
on her bedroom door,
two fiery fishes kissing,
and i thought, but 
love doesn’t live here anymore.