Trouble in mind

Fotografia de Jr Korpa

A heartvein throbs between her brows: Ketty-San’s

incensed another joke’s made at her expense,

With characters of granite schist, she hashtags a ban

on all such jokes, then they, her so-

called friends, pipe up: Why are you

            making such a stink

            on race?

You’re so post, you’re Silicon.

Scuttle back to her spot as sidekick chum.

Her lyric’s needed when they need a backup

            minor key,

to that lead’s blues that got no core

            (what a snore).

But what core is Ketty-San, sidekick chum?

Torn like tendrils of bloody tenderloin

floating in the sea, heart

            a stage set

            about to be struck—

All nightlong, she scribbles her useless esoterica.

All daylong, mumblecored, she meeps,

meeps along. 

Cathy Park Hong