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who practiced all year, only to lose to a guy whose every inch was covered in hum. And I am in awe to learn one cheeky bee clambered into the winner’s sugared ear, another slid into his nostril, and still— he didn’t flip. Just calmly waited for the bell to ring a victory. But even fifty-seven pounds of bees can’t stop the music I hear when I return to you, the music I hear when you walk near me. Like I’m always carried in enough good sting and thrum to...
Tell my mom I hit the avalanche with both hands, swept up the saw dust of old white men up to my abdomen made them listen to those who are actually losing their lives didn’t let them insert some woebegone bs into a conversation that extends beyond a nation or a tongue or continent Tell my mom I ran for the safety song of the forever-nomad swept up in the rubble of our oppressor, I never stayed still enough to be...
the first time i heard the phrase “호적에서 판다” was a pre IMF soap opera. i’ve heard it since, in family arguments during fights in restaurants “I will remove you from the lineage” is how it might translate or perhaps from the lineage you will be expunged often the accused will respond, sure go ahead displaying their ambivalence to the lineage, their ability to remain calm during hurricanes, ultimatums recognition for the accuser to remove the accused. a fancy a drawing: a possibility to refashion your lineage in a...
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From Junk

We swap spit in the karaoke booth That time we hung out w/ our giddy newness at the Mexican restaurant by the bookstore with the best reading series in the city and the glassy eyes zooming in on each other Seeing only the wonder, like canary yellow on a canary or like when our sky wraps up in Earth’s shadow This is my yellow heart This is my gauzy two-people- gazing-across-the-night-into-each-other instrumental situation Don’t blame the junk for being...

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