last week i spent three days hand making a book that takes one sentence to tell.
last week i thought i had been getting stoned and not writing anything, so for a change i smoked ALMOST every day, went on windy skates through the panhandle, added cilantro to my mac and cheese, read and reread dreamtigers, cut back to two packs of seaweed a day, read and reread korean folklore chapter two : korean shamanic initiation as therapeutic transformation: a transcultural view. ate a box of cinnamon life drowning in almond milk, and by the end of the week had skimmed out six mediocre poems from the fryer.
i'll call them a series. i'll call them firsts.
F I R S T S
memory .
everything is up
red pointed roofs
round faces heavy with cheek
ask me if you are one of them
red ribbon tied hair , laughing.
and there is the feeling of being lifted
up by fingertips.
dots.
the first time i encountered one, it was pink
in a hurry, i watched it file in with the others
running they covered the length of my shoelaces and turned
to rush back the other way. it was a tuesday and i said aloud
the ants are all over me
they won't stop covering me with their legs
my right hand reached up to sound the alarm.
love.
a)
at the very mention of his name
my upper lip buzzes as if his pink gash of mouth curling towards me
i become a single wish , an able body warm between sheets.
b)
two years off , on .
our thisisme tempers flick the switch
his house , mine .
c)
through the streets of oakland chinatown
my roughskinned fingers paper into his
fitting for tonight.honesty.
i was six
i refused to pledge allegiance to the flag.
my mouth told miss baker that this was not my country, and i wished to go home to my real mother.
three check marks next to my name, she marched me by the elbow to the principal.
home from school to find the woman angry, my suitcase packed she said
go. fine then go.
time.
when i went back to korea
when i went back to korea
age 27
i noticed that i was no longer a child
for the first time.
love it - can't wait to see what else you write.....
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