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Poetry

Patriarchy

How is a daughter

named? My mother pleads

to the librarian tapping

dewey decimals for the Hanja dictionary;*

a weary oracle of bastards, retards

and girls. Perhaps she pulls

my eyelids; probing

for floaters, films,

blemishes, basic faults… more »

My first plane ride
took me to rain
splattering against the windows
of the cab
fingers were tightening
over mine
mother’s?
I knew
this was no vacation
the squat house stood
on the corner of autumn
dreamlike in its strangeness… more »

in memoriam

you watch her heaving chest   where you once lay   sleeping

hoping for it to last   & you keep on thinking of the times

when she left   & came back for you   crying on the first day

of kindergarten   … more »

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