“three vignettes of filial piety” by Elias Tung

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three vignettes of filial piety

By Elias Tung

i.

in the car ride to surgery

mama asked me if she chose wrong

no one wanted to live like this

destitute and driving a borrowed car

with no heating in december

she said, this wasn’t the plan

what was? i asked

the mark on her ring finger

two parallel lines fading away

image coming into sharper focus

even through rose coloured lenses.

it’s harsh to call your mother ugly

but compared to the one nostalgia was fond of

the woman with the classy jewelry

i tugged at with magpie fingers

the mixed garble of red-brown hues

that she somehow always knew the right shade of

in the back of the taxi

she is better without a man

there wasn’t any right or wrong,

i said instead. swallowing my rage

along with her silence, along with her

diplomacy between a changeling

and a man

you were in love

ii.

i look like mama in the mirror

thank god not the dad,

all the best were her dowry

wits and looks, charm and smile

all the worst were his leavings

a genetic disposition to depression

a sadistic, perhaps psychopathic curiosity

cowardice, perhaps; fragility, definitely

he once said i had bones suitable

for martial arts

round and hard to break

they were his bones too

and they shattered

even before the divorce.

iii.

let me coin a scientific term to it

no more beauty is in the eye of the beholder

no more, your flaws disappear in my eyes

the greeks were right,

it is poison towards rationality

love bias, oh how it even blinds

god to his own creations


Copyright © Elias Tung

Elias Tung is a trans Taiwanese man living in Toronto, Canada. He has previously been published in #CHERRYCult Magazine. New to the poetry scene, he hopes to introduce a legal and musical perspective from his education as both a law student and a music student from Osgoode Hall Law School and Western University respectively.


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