Thursday, August 2, 2012

New Poem -- 3 August 2012 -- Seoul

Learning to use chopsticks

it’s like a plastic egg-slicer.
i arrange the cheese and close the lid
it slices the perimeter of cheese
into even squares
while cutting a heart shape in the middle.
he grabs chopsticks from last night’s mandoo
and spears a piece of cheese
and lifts it to his mouth.
i clap at the success and he celebrates so hard
he shakes the booster seat

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