D. S. Apfelbaum
We call for more takju, yakju, soju,
Murky makgeolli, clarified cheongju–
in every swill: the rich note of a region
churned hard against this sheltered palate.
then let us remember our way through the night–
of broken Chamisul bottles, until dawn creeps
stitched to another strange, American
so much remembering makes me forget:
our foreign tongues sliced through
|No. 12 - Fall 2013
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