Wait for it all week Wake up to wish it weren’t here yet Yet Sunday in bed is where I remember One day, I said, I will be live understand know do feel better Yet I can’t grasp hold — each day so fast, trailing in its Wake before I’m ready for the next wave so I’ll Wait to re-surface today
I let this short poem quickly flow out of me after wanting to find a different way to express my frustrations as an Asian-Americanin the time of the COVID-19 outbreak. A bit of my logic follows.Also, warning on some strong language in the poem; the title of thispost should hint at that.
On a global level, we’re in unfamiliar territory as our previous normal ways of life and the systems we’ve built to support it are undergoing a reckoning. Since I’m not a policy expert, and journalism outlets such as NPR are covering these aspects better than I can, I won’t discuss that much further. (Check out these episodes from NPR’s The Indicator From Planet Money: “Essential Workers” and “Why We Didn’t Prepare For The Pandemic.“) I just ask that we all think about what the pandemic has brutally taught us about what we need to change and rethink. Vote with your votes and consumer dollars.
Although The Indicator hosts discussed why we as a world economy didn’t prepare for this pandemic, I can’t say that I personally haven’t prepared — at least mentally speaking. As soon as I heard about this virus first appearingin mainland China, I knew what the knock-on effects would be for me as an Asian-American. At best, wary glances whenever I go out in publicin this time. At worst, well, unfortunately, I don’t think there is a limit to what people can do.When I go out for walks now, despite being in a community where Asian faces are commonly seen and (begrudgingly?) accepted, I see my light exercise hand-weights as more than just an exercise tool, I have to admit.
I’ll note that I am, in fact, also in some new territory personally since poetry is an art form I’ve been able to appreciate, in most cases (don’t @ me). However, writing it is something I last tried in high school…maybe.This has been a humbling growing experience.So thanks for bearing with the length of this letter (and a helpful postscript) compared to the poem itself. Chalk it up to my nerves. I’m not so confident a writer where I let my work stand on its own with no preamble right now, I have to admit.
Thank you,
J Wang
batshitrich
this all started with us eating bats
they snap
but well our food has always been weird
they sneer
of course, our food meaning the real stuff
not counting the supersized sodiumized sweetified deepfried deboned
stuff
they love
but honestly I've been corrupted and sometimes that is just the right stuff
isn't that just batshitrich?
this all makes me think of that factoid the Bei Jing
or was it Wu Zhen or Yang Zhou or wherever
my mom or grandma god I miss her took me that one summer
-- anyway, that tour guide
they explained
that you see these bat motifs
(my Chimerican brain immediately went to bat mobiles)
in this architecture because
they were good to have around because
they sounded the same as
fortune fú and fú
so they are fortune
I never saw bats the same way after that tour wherever
and I swallowed that fact and kept it in my belly because
I know now
this heritage is my fortune
this all made me think though
once
why did some of us have to go and eat bats
(I didn't and I'd never)
was it for the fortune because
seriously, can we stop believing that that's how this works?
no -- seriously, can they stop believing that that's how this works?
don't they want to save their fortunes?
they made it worse for faces like mine
f
f u!
shit
I'm no better than they are
that's just
my mom and dad always said
all the knowledge you learn goes into your stomach
it'll feed you and you'll always have something to eat
this time, I let myself be fed what
they thought and said
this started
this started.
so there are those who really deserve some fu right now
yes, I mean fú
yes, let fortune favor us all
as some of us favor fú
P.S. Depending on your screen resolution, this poem may not reflect its original formatting. For a little more context, check out these links about how bats are seen in traditional Chinese culture: “The Silent Language of Jade” in Honolulu Magazineand commentary on a Chinese tapestry by the Met Museum. And a short history of Chinese food in America and American Chinese food by Time magazine. I scrutinized as much as possibleto ensure that these are reputable information sources.There’s a lot of batshit trashy content out there.