I wonder how people draw boundaries
I am unable to draw lines at this point.
Strings of breath that are linked to my being
Peirce me, one by one
The needle was too fierce on me.
Etched on my skin, dark birds sing
Songs of a dreadful past and a home.
I have become the destruction of my childhood.
Trees burn in dry lands
The night is the sun
I am blind from fatigue and guilt.
My legs mark territories as I map the ground with my steps
National boundaries mean nothing to me anymore.
Floating in air, clouds from Korea reach my window
I kiss it a good night,
Before day bleeds in, and I soak in its death.
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