Three Poems from 생물성 (Biologicity)
JANUARY 25, 2023
Ears
Ears: having just a few more would be great.
Water melting into water—
within that sound,
forever in thought I wanted to sink.
Pants Problems
I want to try your jeans on.
They look like they were made for me—
I can’t turn away.
My feelings in shambles
as I slowly picture
my legs
in your jeans.
I put my hands in my back pockets,
gird my knees,
lean your head
on my shoulder.
When I’m good and you’re not,
it pains me.
When I need a second face on top of mine,
will you lend me yours?
Sorry.
But my legs might suddenly fuse
like a mermaid’s.
Secrets and Lies
No one knows I’m a gymnast now.
Arms, legs stuffed into my clothes,
I walk along like no big deal.
I can only stretch my limbs out when I sleep,
an outrage, but
can skip rope ropelessly at night.
Not too shabby.
As I jump, I don’t go slack,
but my hang time does,
just a bit.
No sudden
snapping back to myself.
This world always needs
just one more gymnast:
my heart leaps up,
an all-too-beautiful, transparent feat
that no one sees at all.
✺ Published in “Issue 1: Egg” of The Dial
