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.