after Amber Rambharose

Clinical, sharpened. We were South-Korean rapture-girls, with big thighs and bigger wants. We out grew bunny-moons and Children’s Day by middle school. Instead, our mouths bloomed two tongues. We bled thrice on the bathroom floor. First: between our legs, Tampax tasting our insides. Second: the outside of our legs, when we poked flesh with razors. Third: the soft of our mouths, from when we tried to rip the first tongue out. Declawed and pagan / labia stitchings; all we wanted were straight noses and dipped waists and boys fatal to our bodies. Sarang-hae; our constricted throats

Noah Jung