two unrelated poems both titled 'i should have drank more cheap soju in korea while i had the chance' (13/1/26)
I I threw up on the second day. No reason. Alcohol was not involved. For weeks I had coaxed my body to no avail, to eat, to drink, to stay asleep through the night. At last. Shivering, like expunging a parasite. There was no trace of the food I had eaten - just a dark brown sludge lying at the bottom. I drank a whole bottle of water and felt well. II Plum juice and aioli. Nonsensical, But what a lovely red. I see it with clear eyes. I have no superpowers, but I see it anyway.