…The same day my period began I discovered the poet Kim Seung-hee. I happened on the book at lunch in the library attracted by the title Life Inside an Egg which me & a friend chuckled about because we'd had eggs for lunch & because we knew a rumour that one of the girls in the library had an abortion we didn't understand. I skipped mathematics to hide in a cubicle | sobbing as much through my panties as my eyes. Why hadn’t anyone told I’d bleed like this? The cozy | walled interiority of childhood bulldozed & the austerity of adulthood cusping me. A teacher found me truant. I rebel-sulked their anger & disappointment “Young girls who pay attention to such nonsense turn into spinsters without prospects.” It was a bi-lingual translation | I was as rapt by the English as by the strength of Seung-hee to mock the nonsense on TV & puzzle the interiors of eggs. The teacher paid no mind to my cheeks blush-tracked with tears. That’s the mentality of an all-girls school with a religious chip on its shoulder —it commands your attention while filling the air with ghosts….