yes!
a saucer. chopsticks. kimchee. kimchee. kimchee kimchee. kimchee. beer and kimchee. tongue and tummy and grin and kimchee. kimchee and (did i mention…?) kimchee!
a saucer. chopsticks. kimchee. kimchee. kimchee kimchee. kimchee. beer and kimchee. tongue and tummy and grin and kimchee. kimchee and (did i mention…?) kimchee!
today: first buds on the smoking tree, pale greeny white, more bright white plum flowers show a seagull circles, silent. schoolkids screech what am i forgetting?
embarrassed to sleep, I bask in a lavender moon air washed clean by a week of rain i wake to the sound of my friend’s old piano. it’s true: i’m so tired of being alone
first full moon, plum blossoms, fireworks of pink laugh through the storm’s final splashes within these lifeless limbs a subtle warmth i always seem to forget
these friends, so rare, so unexpected. night of heartfelt talk and beer. so soon we’ll part, and i’ll most likely spill some word i’ll instantly regret