Dear Leader

The part of the pyx Eucharist Father did not

wash all down is in a safe place, but it is not

so small. It looms large still, squired

by the sudden, now ambling, all with real

names. I’ve become a junkie, too. When I was

a boy, I’d toad behind cream ziggurats that became

Daewoo and LG, tramping on feces out of animal

or human, it was hard to tell. It was not so easy

back then, when persimmons were mist, bazooka

ruth a lotus scent, Great Leader upstairs practicing

violin hopes.




Haesong Kwon, originally from Incheon, Korea, lives and works in Stillwater, Oklahoma.




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