Cliche

19 November 2014

Bluebonnets. They're just a piece

of a larger image that became history

when I wasn't looking. I didn't know

I should treasure the memories.

They weren't Heaven, but they're gone--

I am a cliche. An ache like heartburn

nothing can relieve--the medicine

is out of reach--to have a moment of a home I knew.

I don't want to go back in time. I want

to go back in space, retrieve the piece, long gone,

I didn't know I lost.

Shin Raymun & Chopsticks

18 November 2014

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.