The next poem from Yoon Yong, you can read the 1st poem here.
Mid-flight digression on racism (8:15 a.m.)
…I think it might be racism.
Am I a racist?
Is it racist not to feel
an aesthetic pull to another race?
Can Asians even be racist to white |
middle (age) class | English men
just because they find them | on the whole
“ugly buggers”? as my landlady
in Birmingham often described others.
Can you learn appeal | like digesting dairy
or coping with the aftermath of spicy food?
“Once nature was tabulated | the idea it could took hold
& we wriggled inside reality’s appearance |
with a microscope | becoming
deceptive in the act
— thus the grammar of modernity began…”