Return of the Chinese Femme
By Dorothy Chan
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An unabashed exploration of queerness, excess, identity, and tenderness from award-winning poet Dorothy Chan.
The speaker in Dorothy Chan’s fifth collection, Return of the Chinese Femme, walks through life fearlessly, “forehead forever exposed,” the East Asian symbol of female aggression. She’s the troublemaker protagonist—the “So Chinese Girl”—the queer in a family of straights— the rambunctious ringleader of the girl band, always ready with the perfect comeback, wearing a blue fur coat, drinking a whiskey neat. They indulge on the themes of food, sex, fantasy, fetish, popular culture, and intimacy.
Chan organizes the collection in the form of a tasting menu, offering the reader a taste of each running theme. Triple sonnets, recipe poems, and other inventive plays on diction and form pepper the collection. Amidst the bravado, Return of the Chinese Femme represents all aspects of her identity—Asian heritage, queerness, kid of immigrants’ story—in the most real ways possible, conquering the world through joy and resilience.
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Return of the Chinese Femme - Dorothy Chan
I.
RECIPE FOR AN ASIAN FEMME: I’M A SNACK; I’M A TEASE; I’M THE DISH.
Ode to Chinese Superstitions, Haircuts, and Being a Girl
Chinese superstition tells me it’s bad luck
to get a haircut when I’m sick, and my hair
gets cut twice a year, because I let it grow,
tying it into a ponytail, exposing my forehead
looking like I’m the protagonist of an anime,
which makes me think about my last name,
Chan, also known as the Japanese honorific
for someone endearing. Chan, like a friend
or someone childlike. I’ve been told I sound
like a child when I pick up the phone, or maybe
it’s my pure joy to hear from the ones I love.
And yes, voices are sexier than faces, so dial me,
honey, let’s get a little wild tonight, as I pour
a glass of bourbon and picture myself in anime—
cartoon Chan starring in a slice-of-life show
about a girl group trying to make it, and you bet
I’d be the rambunctious one, the tomboy-
rabble-rouser-ringleader on the drums—
the trouble with the exposed forehead, also
known in East Asian culture as a symbol
of aggression, because an exposed forehead
puts everything out there—you’re telling
the world you’re ready for a takedown,
and according to my father, good Chinese
girls never show their foreheads, and I know
he wishes I were born in the Year of the Rabbit,
like my mother, the perfect woman with flawless
skin who never causes trouble with the boys, but
no, I’m the Year of the Snake, and I always bring
the party, cause the trouble, or as my lover says,
I’m sarcastic wit personified, and it’s boundless,
because I am Dorothy—pop embodied in a gingham
skirt with a puppy and a picnic basket
filled with prosciutto and gouda and Prosecco,
but really, what is my fate? And my mother
tells me the family fortune teller got me all
wrong, because there’s no way in hell
I’d end up being a housewife with three
children and breadwinner of a husband.
But of course, the fortune teller got my brother’s
fate right. It’s moments like this when I wonder
if I even matter because I’m a girl and not a boy.
It’s moments like this when I think about my fate,
or how Chinese superstition tells me not to cut or wash
my hair on Lunar New Year, so all my good fortune
won’t be snipped away. But really, what is fate?
I tie my hair back and put on a short skirt, ready
to take over the world—forehead forever exposed.
Triple Sonnet for Silver Foxes, Dear Dad, and Alex Trebek, Teach Me Something Actually Useful
Because I’ve inherited my mother’s face,
I worry I’ve inherited her taste in men,
and why did I play Lolita in my twenties,
tugging at the heartstrings of silver foxes
whose wives left them the weekend before,
and don’t you dare ask me how a woman plays
Lolita at twenty-two, because this is power,
baby, lollipop in my mouth, red lips and even
redder cheeks, eye fucking silver foxes straight
out of Carrie Bradshaw’s date-of-the-week-
politician-style-fantasy on Sex and the City,
silver foxes who bought me Whiskey Sours
and Mai Tais, because every girl goes through
a sweet drinks phase in college,
and I’d like an Amaretto Sour with Luxardo
cherries now, and take a shot with me,
I don’t have daddy issues, but Dear Dad,
I’ll never forgive you for dating Mom when
she turned eighteen, when you were a grown-
ass-thirty-two-year-old man who should’ve
known better, and What is Ephebophilia?
should really be a question, no, a category
on Jeopardy, and Alex, I’ll take that for $1000,
because I’m an expert for life, and I’ve never
watched your show, because know-it-all white
boys flaunting useless information is a turnoff.
Alex, teach me something useful, like how to
make sense of my mother’s and father’s