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
I love this poem!!
Oh this is beautiful.💗