‘86 ( 山 )
Either out
of duty or preference,
my mother wants a
son,
not another daughter
and born
in the year of the tiger.
She worries about
the mismatch,
girl and tiger:
restless and deadly,
overwhelming
my father’s rooster.
Time to time, she
blames
the literomancer.
I am
as untamed
as it is,
yet called
a tigress on the loose,
descending
ascending ascending
the mountain in
my name.
I have no
duty to refute
my mother’s belief.
She already sees
my appetite
to escape,
to hunt
for sustenance outside of family,
ungrateful and carnivorous
like a tiger.
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