I consume my Shin Raymun with a fork,
a Brat-variety world traveler to the core.
I pick and choose which
pieces of parts of the world I embrace.
I could use chopsticks (and have),
just as my father could have chosen to live
off base, in the heart of Seoul.
Few people did.
Don't misunderstand me--
I know how to use chopsticks.
I know how to choose a bowl of ramen.
It's the Brat in me who chooses one
and not the other
and sees no contradiction.