Poem for Graph Paper / Three/One
Poem for Graph Paper
spent in the
& falling in
how do i hold
Three / One
& they say a country that has forgotten
its past has no future. I light a candle,
voice extinguished along with the dark,
a flickering lightbulb threatening to drown
me out. I think about Ryu and Yu and Yoo
& how they are all the same person. How
this language meanders around her name
& butchers it like her skin. My tongue
cannot hold the weight of the three syllables.
I think about Yoon: about how he wrote
about skies & wind & stars in an empty
prison cell & I wonder what lands I will defend
with these scribbled stanzas tonight.
Between blurred borders and bleached hair,
I am still no less Korean. I try
not to think about how my spoiled little hands
cannot hold our flag without being ashamed
of its blunt hues. Of the black and white,
of the juxtaposed red and blue. You are either
a part of our people or you aren’t. You are either
building up borders or tearing them down.
I light a candle & its flames thrive in silence.
It has been a hundred years, &
we don’t set fire to flesh to be heard
anymore. My voice is extinguished among
the faint cries of independence buried
in our soil & I cower in their deafening
volume. I can only dig up the remains of this
movement once every year, on this day when
I mourn & try to be thankful & still forget.
My mother attempts to remind me that
you have a country. You have a country. You
must not grow apart.
I light a candle & try to be unashamed.