Featured Poetry

Geonbae!

By Uri Park

­I started life

As a green glass bottle

Passed around

From one tanned and weathered hand

To the next

 

Those hands tipped

And poured me over

And over

 

They emptied my insides

And placed me

In the growing party

Of other green glass bottles

 

We stood together

Empty and surrounded

By clouds of smoke

 

Minutes turned to hours

And soon our shiny

Fingerprinted bodies

Were layered in grease

And smoke

 

The excited

Rapid noises

Became a slow

Slurring melody

 

An unharmonious

Racket

Between grunts and sighs

 

I ended life

Bound tightly

In a claustrophobic cluster

 

My green glass body

Tucked snuggly

Next to another

Placed

On a darkened street corner

 

Waiting

 

For the same tanned

And weathered hands

To journey me away

 

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