Friday, September 30, 2011

She Loves You

Credit: NASA and the Hubble Heritage Team

How To Tell If A Korean Woman Loves You
by Christy NaMee Eriksen

If a Korean woman cleans her mind out in the spring
and you are still in it,

she loves you.

If you buy a korean woman some flowers
and she lets them die slow painful deaths in a vase on her table,
stems limp, crispy petals weak to the most passive of breaths
and she has yet to see them lose their luster,
she smells them in her sleep,
she loves you.

If you walk out of a korean woman’s kitchen
and there is rice on your sock
she loves you.

If you’ve never seen a korean woman sing in the rain,
only recite poems from the
purple cursive of her veins,
translated verbatim
nerve after crooked nerve,

If you are a bomb
with a kindled tick
and she has not walked away,

If you find a boat in your bedroom
that she carried home from a rummaged shore
and refuses to call broken,

If her heart is the shape of the border
and some days she can’t step across it,

If there is only one comet
and only one telescope
and only one her
and only one you
and she passes the view,

she loves you,

and she can see the stars from here.

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Posted with permission of the poet.

Sara is hosting this week's Poetry Friday round-up at Read Write Believe.

6 comments:

Christina said...

Beautiful.

Thanks for another inspiring Poetry Friday entry--I do so enjoy your posts!

jama said...

Wow, what an amazing poem. Thanks so much for introducing me to another fabulous poet. Clicked over to her blog and was blown away by her latest poem, too. I know several adopted Korean children so it was very poignant.

Sara said...

"only recite poems from the
purple cursive of her veins,
translated verbatim
nerve after crooked nerve..."

I'm reeling here.

Thank you for introducing me.

Andi Sibley said...

wow! I love this! Thanks for posting it.

Myra Garces-Bacsal from GatheringBooks said...

I know I know, I just couldn't help going "Awwww" after I've read the last line. Wind has been taken out of my sails, so to speak. The authenticity, the tiny little details, shifts in perspective, imagery - I love. And love all over again.

Mary Lee said...

The most common response seems to be WOW, but I'm going to be unoriginal and say it too --

Wow.

Great poem choice. Great picture choice.

I always have rice on my socks after I leave your blog!