Noraebang Means Singing RoomRuth Williams
The radio feature is turned on. The room has a cast out corner vibe. Echo like the back hand of a soul singer rising to meet the population. A blue icee waving at the corner market in Chicago. I might be conflating things. It is possible there is a typhoon heading this way. Rain in the wicks of our skin, the oil we press onto cosmetic paper, also a kind of skin. There is a school subject, Koreans say, called "society." It means all these children must already know how to live. But when we ask, "What is a hamburger?" everyone says, "Pork!" So this is how the wishy-washy feel of it fells us. To my knees, singing like when I remembered how to drive to the market in a city I no longer lived in. Chicago. Hands on the wheel, all blues seem the same. Pork or beef?
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