SEAN CHO A.
Little Rectangle #1
it’s terrifying to think that this sadness is original
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it’s terrifying to think that this sadness is original
I want to own a newsstand
small,
enough to hold the confusion of middle age.
My friend, I’d very much like to see you
Don’t make it difficult to return. Don’t make it difficult to teleport.
It is our fathers in whom we trust We exit purple wombs & clamor
did you see
when the words came back
Dear Saroja,
I pray my paper cranes
The wind is a novice
instrument, a loud puckered
mouth.
Now the winter lays bare its dead
When I was a child a bird fell from the sky and landed in a doorway in front of me.