many new things
what ails you, little bird
blue lips and toes
cold insides bundled up
were you ever alright?
but blue birds can’t talk
at least not in the same way
we do
a stainless shirt, unmarked
path that leads to?
ask and fly away
the wind only seldom replies
winds also can’t talk
but they carry sounds
songs anew
revelations in attachment
i have this weird memory as a child
a memory of walking in the house
all the lights off
because i slept through everyone leaving for dinner
and even though it was my choice to stay and sleep and sleep
“if you don’t get up now we’re going to leave you”
and sleep and sleep
but when i found myself in that dark house
big and cold and dark
i’d cry
even though it was my choice
Hyungwon - Hangul Vowel Abecedarian
A distance in thought and soul, ro-
yalty from the eyes of the pig and its unright
eous owner, snapped, whipped into metic
ulous shape. Language spun from webs c
ohabitating unrelentlessly, unequally
yoked not by choice. Walking long and longing f
ood told above and above, then back down never kn
ew the lengths of time in out of season rhyt
hmic think much growth until finally fr
ee.
To
Sit on the carpeted floor of this apartment
Come sit and chat
Been some time
Baby hairs growing into teen hairs
Locks struggling to hold a curl
Perspiration wells up
Deepening those cracks, frown lines
Until the soil is so fine
Lovely lady
Needs a tailor to fix, to fix a sundress
Those pesky strings, clinging onto
Dreams of somewhere hot and cold
Sweating asphalt, slicked
Off road has its rocks and bumps, but
The clock moves behind
The backs of those afraid to exist
Stomachache
Earthquakes of mistakes leaving
Behind a child in rags, a doll
Gripping so tightly
Beaded eyes, glossed, awash in numb fear
Numbed in fear is a lot of numbing
To have fear as the default is a lot of running from the end that is no end
Pain, numbed, requires none
A doll
At the end of it all, there is nothing?
There must be
Something moves beneath the surface
A fish dances from a line