Confession
       

Under my showerhead, I drink
the water to feel full.

Faking the still, there are little
footsteps over my footsteps.

Gishin. Ghost in Korean.
Sohn. Hand.

I have never told anyone
everything.

Older now, I must dress myself.
You cannot pity a baby.

Like innocence and fat
I have never been on time.

Before willfulness, I ate stucco
dropped from the ceiling to my face

I started to tell stories because
my parents lived so far away.

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from A Lesser Love
Pleiades Press
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