The next poem in my Yoon Yong series.
“Be like your mother” (8:44 a.m.)
…Orange is warm & marriage is blue
—my mother is transparent | I always wanted (want…?)
her transparency | to follow her example
—what stopped me | or rather | who? My young self mostly
still straggling in the remotest substrata of me
like the flag of a bankrupt corporation.
Is my skin too lemon to wear a heart on my sleeve?
—“We will be landing shortly please make…”
“…me a cuppa’ tea darling brew it for 4 minutes like I like it.”
(That double like makes my skin crawl.)
Her husband lounging on the sofa engrossed in some Netflix
drama on his laptop | eating his way through
a pack of chocolate biscuits | crumbs gathering
in the folds of his hoody—I had too much say