Korean.
Tall.
Confident.
Enthusiastic.
Sweet.
Humorous.
Intellige­nt.

Fizzy

hair bands
on each
wrist
Do you know this person?


-MISSING-

Her fingers plucked
the strings-
vibrating

all over
me

She struck
against
the hollow
wood

on her knee

Her bow
danced across
the
silvery strings
She breathed

in
and

out
and started

playing double time
for me

'Thud, thud, thud' whispered
the drops of the sky's tears
drip, dripping on me

I stitched on a poem
needled it into my mother's scarf.

As I sowed, my needle keened
joyously, out a chorus of thread!

But when that lifeline ended
and the thread was no more,
it copied itself onto a new melody.

did I really need
that        scarf?

I found her.
She's hiding.
She's in the halls
of the greats.
She's got the same spark
the same confident glint in her eye.
But where's that bright smile?
The skip in her walk?
The fizzy hair bands had shrunk
shrunk down
to two.
Two is better than one.
But she's alone,
without you.

Come back home

Looking down
at the bottom left ripped corner,
I saw
a glimpse of your smile.
In the picture
in the picture
in the picture
you were there.

Memories
flipped back memories

A flickering light
of a dripping, white candle
waiting for a hush

Slowly,
I blew
it out.

Laying back on the soft grass,
I whisper your song.
The clouds are fluffy and white,
the blue skies are peaceful and bright.
The picture of paradise.
You wouldn't know
that
someone is slowly dying
right there.
Where?
Under the tree.
But-
Yes,
That's me.

Harsh blinding glaring light,
eyes fluttering,
heart rendered!

Eyes quivering into spindles, as
knees wobble,
reverberating hands shake.

You teeter onto the edge.
'I wish',
you think,
'risk didn't taste
so sweet,
didn't shape
my late list of to-do's.

But it
is
too late for
that.'

I see
myself in
the gentle sheen, where a pale figure stares
and beams
back at me

(cue: "i am confusion")

In my broken hands,
I hold,

scripted dances of hopes
only for you

only
to unfold

A dripping branch
dipping into a
swirling pond
admonishing the
blushing pond lilies

My forehead reads,
"nothing here"
My back twists,
"kick here"
My heart sings,
"break here"

My name tag blares,
"surviving here"

The rain drops spelt out a dance of words
They would twirl and sink, flop around and blink
The sun came out
Now a disco party's happening
making the drops shine and gleam,
but when will it be night?
Tik tok
Tik tok
The moon crept up
pounced on the sun.
"YAY" said the droplets. "NOW LET'S HAVE SOME FUN"

The moon was deaf
The moon was blind
The moon was vain
without a hair in sight

The moon was a party wrecker, but
another host the drops couldn't find.

The droplets grumbled and sank back
"Tomorrow we can and shall find
someone better,
much
better,
like the sun! We have in mind"

The sun came out!
"YES" screamed the water

Alas, they had only half a second to spare
till they were dried
to bare to bare

at least
soon, they will be birthed sky-high
in the clouded
skies

Bright yellow suns
with glowing white orbs
A splash of colors
on your white coat.
Pink blossoms bloom
out of rusted, old pots.

I seek, I rush to find
a sweet
from the bag of soft dreams
resting by your side.

I have a friend
with struggle spelled in her eyes
tears that leak,
drip,
drip-
ing down to
her stomach
is flat-

Bony are her elbows
wobbly knees
and ankles.
She runs day and night,
screams rebound across the sea.

I have a friend called
An. Ne.

She can be in
you
She can be in
me

My name is pup
and when I sleep
inside a sock
its yarn I eat

I open my eyes
the sun is up!
I eat more string
My name is pup