Jennifer Hu
Taking off
After Liu Dahong’s Air Hostess
Look at me, look at me, mandarin tanned maid! Call me dragon
lady: curlers in my hair. Glide bobble bump, red bulb of my hip,
my bubble breast, tiny black heels. Perfectified, I paint my eyes half-
lidded. Petrified, you love me, your wished wife, your wiser witch! Cold
nights, hot femme, heat where it matters most. Mm, mmm, fatale. Half-ghost,
half-damned, some freaky-deke and chic. I tattoo, color
Orient in tribal scars. I blew the ships – drowned. I drove the stake
into his heart, claimed him, flag fucked. What imperial cunt.
Over the sky, over the sky, float-weave, hips all mermaid-like. War
floods. Take cover! The statued sun, gold and panting. Through
the windows demons rising, faces swelled, black-haired, bared. I
do not care. Ha ha ha. I lick bloody, and I look bold, hand-
kerchief wrist, tissue paper boa. Escape, evade! – But –
ohhhhh, poor you, poor dear, farewell. Your wife won’t
know you now. Wave bah-bye. Baby ciao, babble blues. I don’t
care. I’ve gone awry, I’ve gone away. Even you said it once:
us dragon girls never had a heart. Us dragon girls sure know how to fly.
Jennifer Hu currently lives in central Pennsylvania and attends school in Rochester, New York. Her poetry has previously been published in Hanging Loose Magazine.
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After Liu Dahong’s Air Hostess
Look at me, look at me, mandarin tanned maid! Call me dragon
lady: curlers in my hair. Glide bobble bump, red bulb of my hip,
my bubble breast, tiny black heels. Perfectified, I paint my eyes half-
lidded. Petrified, you love me, your wished wife, your wiser witch! Cold
nights, hot femme, heat where it matters most. Mm, mmm, fatale. Half-ghost,
half-damned, some freaky-deke and chic. I tattoo, color
Orient in tribal scars. I blew the ships – drowned. I drove the stake
into his heart, claimed him, flag fucked. What imperial cunt.
Over the sky, over the sky, float-weave, hips all mermaid-like. War
floods. Take cover! The statued sun, gold and panting. Through
the windows demons rising, faces swelled, black-haired, bared. I
do not care. Ha ha ha. I lick bloody, and I look bold, hand-
kerchief wrist, tissue paper boa. Escape, evade! – But –
ohhhhh, poor you, poor dear, farewell. Your wife won’t
know you now. Wave bah-bye. Baby ciao, babble blues. I don’t
care. I’ve gone awry, I’ve gone away. Even you said it once:
us dragon girls never had a heart. Us dragon girls sure know how to fly.
Jennifer Hu currently lives in central Pennsylvania and attends school in Rochester, New York. Her poetry has previously been published in Hanging Loose Magazine.
Return to July 2014 Edition