I speak bap and I can hold a conversation in Uncle Ben's bathed in butter with cinnamon sugar I speak goguma and french fries too
I speak sauerkraut on the side of grilled bratwurst but my kimchi fermented in scowls along Haeundae beach sounds better I speak japchae and spaghetti noodles too I speak seaweed the way it washes ashore in Goleta but I can sing seaweed dried in the sun and roasted with sesame oil, cracking and wrapping around a ball of hot rice
I speak the language of here and there fluent in the liminal space of two by Tasha Jun
Oh this is beautiful.💗
I too fall into this liminal space of biracial Korean/white. I love the thoughtfulness Tasha puts into her choice of wording. It made me realize how vast and expansive the liminal space is and that even here, it is not a monolith. This poem introduced me to Korean words and places that I did not know. Tasha connects me to the wholeness of being half Korean in a profound way that blesses my soul.