Three Poems by Angela E. J. Koh
| May 11, 2012 | 
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The Handsomest Fingers in the World
The last time I saw them, they
Burdened me the entire train ride home
The way neighbors bring pie over
And their charity saddens me
It’s the kindness!But the slimsy things gripped the rail
Fattened into mitts
Each finger a sumo wrestler
Or a ridiculous naked root
At the slightest jostle they leapt about
And there were many flies
Skirring above meAt the stop
There was a living room in my eye
By this I mean I was crying
How did you go through life?
Wasn’t it long and uncomfortable?
Tell me there is another man
Somewhere holding a handkerchief
Gun Shop
night arrives and I am the woman
holding a sniper rifletwenty-seven pounds
bolt action
punches through an engine blockcould you show me another gun?
no use for distance
nor latitudeGod sits across the glass case
and drops his head
loss is every loss
Korean Bride Dreams of Cosmetic Surgery
Calf Reduction
The whiteness underneath my skirt bares
two daikons. Each step, I pull a root-nub from the ground.
What is more unforgiving than boys?
Double-Eyelid
No one can stop me. I will iron my skin
if I have to, the crease smelling of cooked tongue.
Jaw Reduction
My mother-in-law forbids me from chewing gum
She presses the sides of my face and does with me
what soleplate iron does to the seam. Her palms
are heavy as stones.
Breast Augmentation
My dress hangs on me like it would
on a coat hanger. I am hidden somewhere
beneath the echo of my neckline.
Labiaplasty
My husband wakes beside me an avalanche—
hurricane, cyclone, breaking my body.
My bed, luckless as the red pen.
Rhinoplasty
Only I can hear a rattle from the middle of my face
over the heart’s pit pat in my pinched frock.
About the Author:
Angela E. J. Koh received her BA in English at the University of California, Irvine and a certification in Japanese at Shinanomachi Inter-Cultural Tokyo. She taught English in Seoul, Korea and is currently completing her MFA at Columbia University in New York. Her work has appeared in TriQuarterly, La Petite Zine, Gulf Stream, Susquehanna Review, and elsewhere.
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