Writing

The lights in each of the doll houses are off.

I, a giant, wander insignificant

Among the grains of sand.

When at last I reach the sea,

I let it take me, 

Dirt and grime and grease

So many times you will see

someone on the street who you will never meet

again, and believe you could fall in love.

You will look back, and they will not be looking

at you.

A few times you will think

sweet, spicy, tteokbokki,

with many confusing Korean double letters

you are my favorite

as well as my seongsaengnim's 

We lie tired

Bundled up in puffers and scarves

On the pleather seats of the bus that felt like home. 

You rummage through your red lunchbox, 

Unpacking each item carefully 

and all his other songs, album covers mostly variations of a homesick grayish-green. Acoustic guitar thrumming through the speakers in steady 4/4 time.

I loved her post

Clicked that red heart button

That broke more hearts than it mended

I saw the picture that she edited nonstop

That she filtered

Until that girl on the screen wasn’t 

Her

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