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For The edgy ones
Strange how beautiful every swoop and shape of your nose Until you turn it up and away from me Strange how we adore the curves in the road Falling like ragdolls in love Until it makes us nauseous Strange is the pinch of an injection and the numbness that follows And strange is your lingering…
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18
Today, I’m spinning from the rush Of time and events past Neverending and lossless In 18 years, I found this body to be a prison Its confines defined by its curves and capacity for new life This body has remade itself, two times over already Sliced and altered under a surgeon’s scalpel Sterile and white…
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Learning How To Live Again
“The snow falls and dances without a need to be noticed. although it glimmers at a greeting. a smile. voices speak while the snow dampens and clears the air for all to be heard and yet… “ “this isn’t me speaking anymore is it?” “it’s light and fluffy and greetings and awareness of all that…
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Practice of Observation
I try to observe myself. It doesn’t feel like it “works” most of the time. For I still mark failures. No longer on my skin like chicken scratches on a prison wall. But I still mark days as fails or successes. I move forward and backward, up and down, like the profit graphs at work.…
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Heritage: Exercise #1 + Unpublished Bit
This feels like I’m taking advantage of my mixed heritage. My biracial identity. I know feeling like an imposter is common for us. And so, in my insecurities, I find that I am not alone. And so, in my pride, I cannot be alone. Open journal of my reaction to Korean words Unedited in the…
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Rem-Iseul Kim 