An Adopted Korean Stoner Girl
Too shy
for the
bathhouse,
every kiss was
consensual.
I’m forgetting
the thatched
roofs.
My father
taught me
how to butter
hot cakes.
We walked
around suburban
lawns. I felt sad
saying, uoy evol I,
smoke in my
hair from
resin, his.
An Adopted Korean Girl’s Remedy for the “Asian Women Fetish”
Like I
saw—
a white
woman’s
body
is the
salt.
Not asleep
by my
mother, remembering:
pancakes with
blueberries,
plantains and
shrimp, fish roe
maze—my
father
fed
me
and then
at the
airport,
asked for
a kiss.
