Tiger Mom

Pay attention,
Her stripes meld into celestia,
brushstrokes of a forgotten god—
She sprints with precision;
bloodsong tincts the marrow of dusk. Hurry,
harvest the sacred offal to
sate the nascent fangs,
purge the shadows of malice
as the offspring shred sinew
Tomorrow, She won’t hunt for them:
learn to hone hunger into vermilion and
carve lotus into throats for survival.
Show no mercy:
don’t become His $1,000 rug.
Tomorrow, She’ll temper them into Suns and
She’ll become a nameless tale

cooking is a survival skill.
as the yolks mix with the whites,
pray in silence and stay motionless
in front of the drunk Husband.
strip the tomatoes down to grainy flesh,
plate a $4.99 祭品1 with supermarket coupons,
for your time is not nutritious for the children.
, usher your daughters into the bathroom
before He hurls the plate.
You must trust the 三字经 2 & that two 4s make 8.
dirty your hands for money.
eat quickly, grow up & do it fast.
Stupid girl, don’t slack off —
do you want to be trampled & glued down?
her daughters will shine & inflame her bones;
and she’ll smile that they left to never return.