My legs and their legs were mazes to a hard bass on the dance floor.
Chris dared three of us to kiss him at once and our tongues were so empty they learned anyone’s language.
I watched John eat a hot dog and it was disgusting. Mustard on his chin. Words and relish falling out of his mouth. Later he took my shirt off so hungry and I stood there like I had things to offer.
Ryan told me he didn’t like me but would sleep with me and I did that for years.
Some nights I held him.
They are whistling, they are talking about us, the most beautiful women in the world.
I have never been ashamed to be Asian except for every time I wore my skin like a drink
every time I let them throw me back and call me smooth,
I could have been anyone’s granddaughter I could swing on a bell on a mountain of prayers I could shave my head and sprinkle pieces of my midnight all over Korea like a trail, like a bad joke I could bear the name of a prescription drug and my ancestors would never feel the pain I could swallow the pacific mile by raging mile and spit in my mother’s kimchi because