Shuffled steps, fat legs wheezing on the
hill; A funny umbrella shaking at the sun. A prayer to
keep milady pale For some remembered season of romance.
Soggy blouse, plump fingers moist with
self-pity, A slippery mobile phone tethered to slender
friendships, A soft whine, the gossip of her hour Before
the batteries wither from neglect.
Today the chamwi melons are a thousand
each, would you believe Even the salted mackerel are
sweating, you should see That Ulsan Kim girl trying to look
cool in straw-coloured hair ... Oh my god, those Kettle
Mountain kids are gonna' kill me...
Well she perished, cross-cut on the
instep, Dissected at the kneecaps by a low-flying baby
blade-runner Stripped naked with fear at curdling
shrieks, War cries of an approaching horde, the sub-ten roller
blade elite.
Thor
* Note on personal names:
all names in this Diary have been changed to protect the privacy of
individuals, unless stated otherwise.
"Busan Summer"... copyrighted to Thor May
2002; all rights reserved
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