a few of many
s oh 오예린 oh-yërin
friend 친구 chingoo
lover 애인 ëh-een
read me dry
September 23, 2018
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
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
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:
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
November 9, 2018
mama squeezes her sponge, excalibur
real pure, drip drop
floodgates opened, now, it’s pouring!
scoop me up, mama, i’m drowning!
close your eyes crack your jaw, it’s snowing!
melt on her tongue and drip down her throat
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
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”
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
September 17, 2018
She’s looking up
Ready to catch life’s tears
sugar plum trinkets wrapped in splendor brighter
than Floyd’s crystal prism
up Up ahead
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.
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
a breath too long
In the Sky on the Screen circa Sunset
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
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
Appeased for a longer moment a few hours at a time
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.
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 O OO
O O O WHO
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’
i’d like to find balance, one in which i can be true
i can love whomever
i can create whatever
i love you, but
i love pocha, also
i love liquid