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Morning Sun

BY CATHY PARK HONG


Raised on a cozy diet of conditional love,
I learned to emoji from teevee.
Now Im hounded by gripes before my time.
Twisted in my genome is this thorn,
and all I see are feuds,
even swans got boxing gloves for heads.

Ah Ketty-San, why so mori? Maybe you need upgrade


of person?

History shat on every household.


Cop cruisers wand their infrared along bludgeoned homes,
demanding boys to spread your cheeks,
lift your sac
Now, heres an alcopop to dull that throb,
hide your ugly feelings.

I want to love, yes, yet afraid to love


since I will be slapped, yet
whats this itch? A fire ant burning to a warring,
boiling froth of lust: Slap me, harder,
slap me again!

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