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This poem is taken from PN Review 276, Volume 50 Number 4, March - April 2024.

Three Poems Tim Tim Cheng

WWT London Wetland Centre, June 2022

I keep saying Jubilee as Jollibee,
meal deals preferred to monarchy.

The sky has never been this messy:
Scared by air parades, birds flee.

Self-Portrait of My Granny in the Voice of Anti-Japanese Drama’s Protagonists

I, full of passion and education,
was trained in martial arts. I could jump high –
up to the sixth floor. I loved my nation
despite having five passports. You asked why
I couldn’t handle my grandchild’s homework
and never moved to another country.
The point is, the Japanese are the worst.
It’s true, the show, our soldiers fought bravely.
With bare hands, we could halve our enemy.

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