this is a poem
on writing poems
i can't do it
everyday
i
actually don't
have that much
to say
i
have to let
my life
fill up
with the textures of
life around me
and
kimchi
with the demons
inside my head
someday its jfk
or npr
or its
the unbearable sadness
i watch
my friends
struggle thru...
starving...
or dying
divorcing... i look
in the mirror
and say
Hosun,
who r u today
and the inside of me
receives the outside of me
in that
very special place
where it all becomes
one
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