Prelude | They Call You Totoro (A Poem)

You like Asian things. I like you: 
the boy and his grumpy cat
eating noodles in pork-fat soup, 
watching Naruto and Dragon Ball Z. 
Maybe you even had a thing for a young Bruce Lee. 

There’s always some Asian girl
commenting on your IG. Yeah, I unfollowed
that feed, but I can’t help but creep. 
You claim it’s not a fetish, the azns just kling— 
to what you call—a David-thing. 

But does she know? 
Does she know they call you Totoro?