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328 pages, Paperback
First published March 27, 2013
Outside the vegetable man and his cart have arrived.
The human alarm-clock.
The vendor of headaches and buh-nah-nuhs.
I like it when he says that though.
And lemon.
He says it lay-mon.
They're the only two words I can make out. The rest is a litany of Korean, all prerecorded, listing the specials of the day. I swear he parks his cart outside my window just to antagonize me. It's the perfect soundtrack to the miserable drama being played out inside this apartment. It definitely needed something Korean and hellish to accent it. Why does the caged bird sing again? I can't remember. All I know is that this bird is going to peck its eyes out if something doesn't change soon.