Land of Lost Syllables
Here I divorced my disyllabic Korean name
and my mother became Moon Park.
The lost ju between Moon and Park hides in the shrubs
of jujubes, conjugation, jury, envies its alien twins
in Julie, Julia, oh Juliet! Sweet geometry
of my castaway characters, the circle and dashes
meeting then parting, gave way
to E-mi-&-ly, the Canadian triplets.
Then there was you. Jungmin-ah,
you called out, the ah
for personal address. Among faces
there was yours. Among things
were our native phonemes,
closer than darling, truer than honey,
infused with the familiarity
of lullabies with cruel origins. Why
did you leave me, the syllables sing.
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