Prospect Bay / Maryland

 

 
 
 
In those days,

we ate watermelon like steak—
 

with tobiko and fish flakes

we sharpened our knives

 

with amber roe. I used

my tongue then—

 

I flicked

fat into the river

 

to watch it crescent—

and roll. With the grainbeads

 

of melon, we played.

Thought the marbles of water

 

could be so finicky—

and unlovely.
 
 
 

Katy Kim is a student. Her work is forthcoming or published in Cleaver, Hermeneutic Chaos, The Blueshift Journal, the Asian American Writers’ Workshop, and has been featured on Verse Daily, among others. Her chapbook, “Melon / Echelon” is forthcoming from Hermeneutic Chaos Press.