My mum would insist on watching
the latest release with Dad and me, some action flick
like Iron Man or The Fast and the Furious.
Clanks and clashes notwithstanding, she would fall slack, snoring.
The plot, said Dad, is too complicated for your mum.
But she could tell you everything you want to know
about some 100-episode Cantonese tearjerker,
who is sleeping with whom and not his wife,
why he sells out his partner, how she takes her revenge,
what is the relationship between real life and TV.