Her

circa 1993

Cheju 01.3

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                 [  i do not wonder  ]


i do not wonder about the worm, or worms

that left the thin pink filaments of silk

dancing in floral patterns across your chest

beneath style and stigma

reflection of self

i have witnessed

the inveigling nature of skin

there is permanence in your fragility


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                 [  it is not to speak  ]


it is not to speak

yet to siren the prophecy

beneath the wooden cross you bear

choking the sunlight against your skin

sacred hoop hanging

behind a waterfall of hair

descending

between ageless disciples

hidden

from merciless sun

blind ushers to the temple

reflected in your suppliant gaze


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                 Beyh   [ 배 ]


what lies beneath

is nothing

to the softness of your lips

and my journey home