Devouring

the dreams of

 

poor girls in

Korea,

 

this is my

wilderness.

 

With my

father,

 

I seldom

think of

 

hairpins or

September’s

 

red lilies,

only of white

 

buns in

steamer

 

baskets,

chicken

 

feet, egg

tarts, and

 

endless

pots of

 

scented tea.

 

 
 
 

 

Bo Schwabacher’s poems have appeared in CutBank, diode, Muzzle, Redivider, Red Paint Hill Poetry Journal, Rust+Moth, Vinyl, and elsewhere. Her first book of poems, A Korean Bathhouse in Dream City, is being released by YesYes Books. She teaches at Northern Arizona University.