← v11n2, Fall 2012
Poetry · Volume 11, Number 2

a playground in daegu

here’s a place but not to play

a place of rocks & shame

& the spit down dripping

& every single “gorilla” & “son of monkey”

& “damn yankee” from the hounds

a place but not to play here

as the teenagers

throw the firecrackers toward my face

& as a boy kicks the air

empty out of my lungs

as every adult

walks by the swing set

to watch the pants down ankles

the urine stay on this playground too long

& feel how here are fists

& piss stay on a playground & know

why a young boy keeps losing his clothes