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?