Poems from jejuna
I fell in love with a Bible lover
and tattooed her name under my breast
like it was the crescent impression
of her fingernail...
My body is a post-war wasteland
there are mines that explode when you run
your fingers over my skin
and there are graves of burning men...
I want to keep you in a glass-globe prison
and wrap up our memories in foil
and stick them in an oven.
I want them to cook and bake and...
You called yesterday while I was sleeping.
My phone picked up your words
and stored them in its belly.
When I finally dug them up, they...
So the other day I found my way to the tree where we
once used to be happy.
I pressed my skin against the grain and felt the tree push...