a few of many

s oh 오예린 oh-yërin

friend 친구 chingoo

lover 애인 ëh-een

Fourth Time’s a Charm

Let me tell you a secret

1 I was like you once

2 then I took two steps away

3 and found myself three miles far

4 “Found myself” haha! floating in the fourth dimension

3 I traveled through Trinity’s aurora and pushed through her womb Slime

Fresh Air Here Now

2 Two lives I’ve lived

1 Once I resurrected 

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separate together


when the city of angels fell, i climbed up, and i flew down


the story of The Chosen

A sip of crisp air and 1 gulp of mango

Memory is kind generous and cruel

They come in pairs but were written alone

I smiled and I lied, I cracked and I cried

Thoop th thoo thoop

Pleasure pleasure what’s Your Pleasure

Inject the story with sound

Every post, exposed

Married to aesthetic, loyal to revolution

The unspoken ever-loud flattery of imitation

Blinded by the need to be seen

sight or sound? choose one

The specific sweetness of spicy tuna

The sun set at five but the night shone bright


I: the one that got away U: the one that i escaped

what would you do with the promise that no one, now or thereafter, would ever know?

Strawberry-flavored time

Camaraderie in otherness, comfort in solitude

o yeh oY eh O YEH

Mind over flesh Salmon over pork Skorts over skirts Polish over matte

Moi * ~


The Cum Up

December 1, 2018

the worst he did was misunderstand me

the damage you inflicted was understand and mishandle me

massaged with sweet words to derail me

cloud and coddle me

share the same flesh we

my body aches, why?

how old am i?

who? ah, yes, i!

twenty-nearly-seven with

twenty-nearly-seven pounds of rice atop me

seven-hundred eighty-three (comma) thousand grains of rice, pressing down upon me

a one-nearly-million giant load atop me

fetch me a paper towel, ick! it sticks up on me!

body buried, shall i eat my way out

to the top? climb on top? oh-k!

let me rise, let me cum, up!

come up

to the heights of your fantasy

titts ass ass ass, she 

ass tittie titts titties, seek

plenty, i am, me

female born you yellow look

female i claim yellow wi am

masculine your gaze soft my body you assess

ah, unfiltered jargon, i digress

lift your fucking gaze off me

is what i mean to express

infinity beyond a crack

November 27, 2018

i smiled and i lied

i cracked and i cried

sour gusher * i

squeeze gently, you

ooze out, i want to know

taste good, do i?

fishbowl * i

poke softly, you

topple over, i try to fly

shatter on the pavement, but i

angelfish * i

swim through a crack, i

plunge one-thousand feet every thirteen split-seconds, i

smell limbo’s hopeful tik tok-ing demise, i

taste hell’s blood orange stained cries, i

carry heaven in my belly, as i

freefall through infinity and beyond, there

i peer into god’s eyes, bright, where

i smile and i cry


igloo in the clouds

November 19, 2018

An ice cube held sacred in the library that surrounds me

I keep you frozen in my rememory here in the fourth dimension

But it’s time to fly

Departed I’m

grounded now peaceful on the cloudtops

Catch me as I’d catch you should I fall 

Til then   find fire

in flickering lights

amidst sweltering nights

with love,

newly, mine

Peel Me like One of Your French Onions

November 15, 2018

Peel 11 she heard pleasure

Peel 3 moist green

Peel 7 sea-salt fury

Peel 15 alas, dinner was served

Viper Stew


She wept as she prepared a meal for her husband

On the menu: Onion Soup

Peel 9 she saw whimsy

Peel 1 she felt rain

Peel 4 orgasmic bliss

Peel 11 sleepy hollow

( for her wife:

The Return

November 13, 2018

I’ve skinned her from nipple to toe

Shed one layer of pain and three layers of shame

four layers of vapid fame

Made new for me and she and maybe You


Back again where the old is new

where the mold’s long steeped

in viper’s stew

God’s Water

November 9, 2018

mama squeezes her sponge, excalibur

real pure, drip drop

it’s raining

floodgates opened, now, it’s pouring!

scoop me up, mama, i’m drowning!

close your eyes crack your jaw, child, it’s snowing!

snowflakes, come!

melt on her tongue and drip down her throat

down slow,

real cold, drip drop

catch ‘em all, mama tells me

no questions! blind faith! he tells me

take communion! repent! she tells me

it’s dry here where the sun warms my face, mama

where, you say, mama?

here where it’s bright, mama!

look, i’m dancing, mama!

see, i’m laughing, mama

i’m happy, mama

smile, mama


November 7, 2018

teach me how to dance through air like you do, baby

you float across the breeze of my memory that sticks thick like molasses, baby

all my strength exerted is(n’t) shown in (invisible) slow-mo, baby

you smile as you twirl and i admire you, baby

keep doing you but take me with you, baby

leave me but stay close to me, baby

leave forever stay near never forever, baby

keep you high talk you down is what i do, baby

mama’s hand keeps me low in slo-mo-lasses, baby

can’t you see your fresh waters are my shark-filled oceans, baby?

queries reside as bricks in my chest, baby

these stones evaporate and spread like poison, baby

they infiltrate me and reach you as resentment, baby

so listen less and feel me, yes, baby

yesterday not today tomorrow but maybe one day, i’m yours, baby


November 2, 2018

“open your lips and twirl your tongue for me, baby”

no, i fastened a chastity belt on my mouth, “baby”

locked it up tight so lift your pleas off me, quick!, “baby”

mine it’s mine it’s mine mine mine

close your ears shut your eyes speak no more to me, “baby”

talk no more while you touch me, “baby”

“baby baby baby” i’m not your baby

“baby baby baby” i’m not yours, “baby”


per·fec·tion /pərˈfekSH(ə)n/

October 17, 2018

A utopia that does not exist

Euphoria that sighs in bliss


Outside the hemisphere

Inside the floating pollen you

inhale and sneeze Out

Dwelling for the taking

Do You Know the Muffin Man?

October 6, 2018

listen up, prick

i don’t know who you think you are

you think you are

i know who you think you are

i know who you are

i think you are

prick you are

Up Ahead

September 17, 2018

She’s looking up

Up ahead

Ready to catch life’s tears

sugar plum trinkets wrapped in splendor brighter

than Floyd’s crystal prism

up Up ahead


April 12, 2018

i invite you in! walk through the gelatin!

pull up a chair see past the iris

sit by me! dance with me!

you’re squeamish! you’re giddy!

come, take my hand i’ll feed your belly

dumplings and beer can you hear me?

mandu and soju! do you feel me?

100% this 1000% that

April 12, 2018

I 오예린 was born in Seoul in palindromic 1991 with dual citizenship during

my parents’ Christmas vacation who resided in Texas, where I was raised.

Did you catch that? Me neither.

Scrub me down with an exfoliating hydro towel, mom, I missed a spot.

Scrub me, scrub my yellow skin, scrub it clean.

After twenty-two years of choosing to swim in a sea of white hegemony, I realized Korean culture is beautiful.

Seeking roots, I retraced my steps back to my “homeland” only to find “my home land” didn’t exist.

The Korea I know is through my mother’s native tongue and the Korean food she cooks for us on Texas soil.

I can neither claim heritage to Korea as an American nor can I pledge allegiance to America as a Korean, but they’re both mine.

I stand on uneven ground, grounded.

Hear me speak with a mouthful of dumplings, from here.


January 2018


the me between my knees and my toes loses strength when I recall a specific something


Like the tingles I get before I go on stage, and by stage

I mean a room the first time I speak in a brand new space filled with

new eyeballs, new cordial smiles     On Me     Prickly

I mean a table

the first time I break bread with a new someone, and by bread

I mean whiskey

I mean a lapse,

when I worry I fucked up the appropriate amount of eye contact by

holding gaze

a breath too long

In the Sky on the Screen circa Sunset

January 2018

If once I sat in you, a plane in the sky

Week 2, you were just a James Turrell room

Week 5, toxic pollution

Week 8, a star shrouded by clouds

Week 9, a sunset atop the sand of Jacob Riis

in a photo           in my hand

I zoom out          with a pinch

This Time

January 2018

It’s fleeting, sporadic,

consistent, and daily

It hits me for a moment, a few minutes at a time

till I pull myself together

that piece There, this link Here     Time Stretches

I grip my hand around a wider distraction this time

I’m satisfied

Appeased for a longer moment     a few hours at a time


October 2017







mother 엄마 umma

brother 오빠 oppa

father 아빠 appa

grandma 할머니 halmuhnee

uncle 삼춘 samchoon

aunt 이모 emo


Galleria Mall. Dallas, Texas.

My widowed umma promised to take me shopping.

I was in middle school [caught between a false perception of who I was and lofty

aesthetics around who I wanted to be] enveloped in a feeling of disbelonging.

My emo was over, my oppa was out.

I can’t remember what we had for dinner that night– surely something Korean followed by the staple question,

“Should I cut some fruit?” and Korean pears.

The pop of juice flowing as I crunched down on granules, I remember.

We got in the car and I sat, unacknowledged, while my umma and emo’s

stream of Korean chatter never stopped to catch a breath.

We pulled into the cement 6 level parking garage, sandwiched between metal numbers and mundane colour.

Weaving through racks of clothing atop marble tiles, I trailed behind them as umma led the way to My destination.

My request for them to speak in English went unheard.

I tailgated and swerved off then finally (sur)passed them em barrassed and angered by

their incessant Korean amidst an otherwise sea of White noise.

I lost them and returned ready with shame and apology only to find, they never noticed I was gone.

First Class

October 2017

my mom showed you pictures of her kids

she said her daughter got a brand new report card

and all I got was a brand new sports car



O     O OO

mom cracked a joke, all the kids laughed

but i couldn’t hear her all the way in first class

bad enough that I showed up late

i had to leave before they even cut the cake

welCome to heartbreak

when do we live when do we remember

when do we breathe

and when do we swallow

two roads diverge at this crossroads

there are no more inches to inch

no more strawberry-flavored time to spread

mom cracked a joke, all the kids laughed

but i couldn’t hear her all the way in ‘first class’


October 2017






i’d like to find balance, one in which i can be true

i can love whomever

i can create whatever

without offending






while uplifting







i love you, but

i love pocha, also

i love liquid