Carrie Chang 
Sonnets to a Fetishini 

“Sonnets to a Fetishini” is a feel-good vaudeville of high-cholesterol demolition egg-on-display verbal pyrotechnics, the romance of three hysterical Asian-American women who find themselves head over heels over European sinophiles in a shock to the heart story interwoven with charms. Chesire Su is a young Stanford ingenue who cannot decide whether to eat pho or become the world’s greatest poet; the chances are slim that she’ll ever leave Ralph Gooding, her white boyfriend who serenades her in a garden over the course of days. I quote:



Guilt No More

Tongue-twisters,
That sound like your
Frazzled sisters, and
Hoisin donuts,
That have no holes,
I kiss my white man,
And say that he’s one
Of the ghouls who floated
To Asia on a dull magic carpet
With rad elbows of lust,
A leggo my l’Eggo, with
Fusty face and Enigmatic
Body, the three-part
Principle of the soul,
Seems oh so shoddy,
I want to be whole,
One chocolate bar,
Who reaps the entire
World with a yummy
Gulp; fetish is like
A quick snap; you
Can get it on the Yelp.