He's So MASC
By Chris Tse
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Chris Tse
Chris Tse was born and raised in Lower Hutt. He studied English literature and film at Victoria University of Wellington, where he also completed an MA in Creative Writing at the IIML. Tse was one of three poets featured in AUP New Poets 4 (Auckland University Press, 2011) and his work has appeared in publications in New Zealand and overseas. His first collection, How to be Dead in a Year of Snakes (AUP, 2014) won the Jessie Mackay Award for Best First Book of Poetry in 2016.
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He's So MASC - Chris Tse
and—
Belated backstory
There were animals. They came to me
with their bloodstained murmurs
choking the night, the weight of misery
a gloom in their throats. Beasts of all
shapes and mythologies scratching
at the soil around my grave, each one
driven by its own unique hunger
but all intent on writing my end.
I can almost run my fingers through
the sun-streaked strands of those days
when I was nothing but a silhouette
disappearing into fog—just a sketch.
I could step into a crowd and never
resurface. No one would suspect a thing.
Heavy lifting
Once, I climbed a tree
too tall for climbing
and threw my voice out
into the world. I screamed.
I hollered. I snapped
innocent branches. I took the view
as a vivid but painful truth gifted
to me, but did not think to lay down
my own sight in recompense.
All I wanted was someone to say
they could hear me, but the tree said
that in order to be heard I must
first let silence do the heavy lifting
and clear my mind of any
questions and anxieties
such as contemplating whether
I am the favourite son. If I am not,
I am open to being a favourite uncle
or an ex-lover whose hands still cover
the former half’s eyes. I’ll probably never
have children of my own to disappoint
so I’ll settle for being famous instead
with my mouth forced open on TV like
a Venus fly-trap lip-synching for its life.
The first and the last of everything
are always connected by
the dotted line of choice.
If there is an order to such things,
then surely I should resist it.
Punctum
This is my blood oath with myself: the only
dead Chinese person I’ll write about from now on
is me. I know I know
it’ll do me no good to drag my body
through the town square
to prove that it wasn’t me
who set fire to the school to avoid my maths exam
who shot the prince in the bushes behind the barn
where the queers get together to talk
nor was it me
who leaked those emails about which All Black
the Prime Minister would bottom for. But
I hope my name and track record with unsolved crimes
will finally be cleared so I can get on with my new life
as a Chinese girl
behind the counter being bullied into saying ‘fried rice’
by the gwai lo in the cheap suit. In between scoops
of sweet and sour pork I curse the heavens
for saddling me with a mediocre work ethic
which has kept me here for five years despite knowing
there is no career progression unless I
marry my boss’s son, who is studying to be
a capitalist like all good Chinese boys. He’s got a small dick
and no sense of rhythm but our children
will likely be pleasant-looking enough
to be background extras in a re-enactment
of Helen Clark’s apology for the poll tax—that is,
if their father allows them to have the arts in their lives.
I’ll be their proud stage mother and encourage them
to audition for awards-bait roles—for example,
the unapologetic sex addict still burying porn
in his parents’ backyard
the pregnant teen goth who must decide whether to keep
her subscription to Evanescence’s monthly fan club newsletter
the paraplegic hooker with a heart of gold
made from melted-down Oscars
the proud gay man pretending to be straight
to be made partner at his father’s law firm in 1940s Austria
the racist spiritual healer about to inherit
a hand sanitiser empire in Birmingham, Alabama.
But in all likelihood my children will have only
moderately humble acting careers playing
accountants, taxi drivers and restaurateurs
to supplement their primary incomes as
accountants, taxi drivers and restaurateurs.
I’ll go to my next grave wondering
whether I pushed them hard enough