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Suhjung Kim


The metal band that is crimped to hold the eraser to the end of a pencil

What’s it like

being the metal bridge

between creation

and destruction?

To be able to rearrange


from silent

to listen.

You, a silver corset

crimping the salmon


Is it weary?

Having the power

to be both


and right?

A cousin

to two adversaries.

Is it heavy?

When you write a wrong

number, on the patient’s bedside

chart? And then correct it?

Is it curious to save a life?

Is it blurry?

Being someone’s

second chance?

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