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"I would say—Lost: my fingernail moon. Lost: the dark spot inside my mother's throat. Lost: house inside my seams."
— Jul 21, 2017 12:22PM
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Eun Kim
is on page 114 of 128
"If we could trace such a system of invisible dimensions, unearth / an inheritance of fractures and cracks, we would know once and for all how / decades have no margins, oceans do not stop."
— Jul 21, 2017 01:55PM
Eun Kim
is on page 113 of 128
"Children of immigrants gather bits / of wire, thread, a safety pin; they arrange them like a blueprint, not knowing / why or how they know the shape."
— Jul 21, 2017 01:53PM
Eun Kim
is on page 103 of 128
"No one told me that if I left, there would always / be a reason to return."
— Jul 21, 2017 01:50PM
Eun Kim
is on page 81 of 128
"Third is a world embalmed in field artefacts. Her mother and father opening / doors, looking for something to hold the moon."
— Jul 21, 2017 01:43PM
Eun Kim
is on page 68 of 128
"a poetics of hung laundry, mild-hearted / plants atop cold tile floors, her mother's / half-reflection in a morning window. / weave together a contradiction of / silences and angles, grainy and soft."
— Jul 21, 2017 01:39PM
Eun Kim
is on page 68 of 128
"'and when the seeping starts, the house / is already completed.'"
— Jul 21, 2017 01:37PM
Eun Kim
is on page 64 of 128
"'not in the thing itself but in the / patterns of shadows': an after-effect / that splinters over everything."
— Jul 21, 2017 01:32PM
Eun Kim
is on page 62 of 128
"repetitions, recurrences, retellings. i / keep them inside recycled jars: acorn, / paper star, tiny pinecone. / 'a house constitutes a body of images.'"
— Jul 21, 2017 01:29PM
Eun Kim
is on page 55 of 128
"... and when my parents gave me their history lessons, they were always intimate, a personal language of the body, so I knew that facts and tenderness weren't separate things but came mixed together, like a glass of cloudy lemon-tea."
— Jul 21, 2017 12:58PM
Eun Kim
is on page 55 of 128
"... and when my parents gave me their history lessons, they were always intimate, a personal language of the body, so I knew that facts and tenderness weren't separate things but came mixed together, like a glass of cloudy lemon-tea."
— Jul 21, 2017 12:58PM

