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.