Hunger (8:39 a.m.)
…I remember clearly… lepers from Bible sermons
made me tickle stomached
—I never read the passages alone
even when mother underlined them
to be read before I slept | I could summarize them enough
to get away without reading them again
: nature never bites off more than it can chew.
“The sea eats land. All islands are slowly being eaten”
Jeju is no exception. We are all islands.
Nature shares our appetites & being nature’s extension
we don’t so much share as indulge overly
like the snake eating its own tail
—“Ouroboros is it?” Not likely | we have dragons
in Korean culture | which eats snakes for breakfast.
I keep asking him to eat less & if he will eat so much eat healthily
: eat Korean food | fomented & raw vegetables
— he only uses our food as a simile
to compliment how well I age…
I used to cook him traditional recipes
I learned from my grandma but he turned his nose up
“would you stop complaining about what I eat
…I must eat & I can’t eat the muck your culture puts
on the dinner table | like something rotting on a Petri dish.”
I wanted to throw a dish of kimchi at him.
I imagined rotting cultures breeding in his pores
& finally usurping his cells & devouring him inside out.
—“Miss | would you like a glass
of mandarin juice or water…?”