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If you're reading this, a certain Korean has entrusted you with something that she doesn't hand over to everybody- several fragments of her soul. Be gentle, be blessed.
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Apology By Osmosis
To me, one sour relationship grows
Tentacles,
And stingers,
And suckers,
And rancid little claws.
It reaches out like a homegrown leviathan
To suck, and scratch, and strangle the life
From more vivid, vital loves.
Ill will is a day's poison.
Misunderstandings are perpetual leeches,
Hundreds, putrefying somewhere behind my stomach,
And I’m sick of full-grown language.
Let it go, let it be, let it lie, the songs all say,
And incense-high fake Buddhists tell you,
Center yourself.
Well, I have never lived in my center.
I have sleepwalked through a
Bugged existence,
Projecting my soul in drops and pieces
Into the dazzling life-force surrounding me,
Inhabiting every mystical body but my own.
I have never understood politics,
Or grudges,
Or apologies.
I am liquid, flowing mercury, crystal blood,
And what is poured into one corner of my life
Finds osmosis into the rest.
So I, I’m sorry, I really am,
If sometimes my smile is tainted to you,
Sometimes my focus distant from your conversation,
Eyes awash in the cataract of daydream.
I’m simply trying to find resolution
Somewhere
Sometime
Somebody else. |
Posted: 11:37 PM, Sunday, May 14, 2006 |
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