IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MIDDLE OF THE MIDDLE

 I.

 

please rest assured, I’m in the middle of a day

I smoked a lot of fresh air this morning

 

I want to brush myself up in spring

And it looks like it’s going to take a little bit of a little bit

of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit

of a little bit of a little bit

of a little bit

of a little bit

 

I want to swim with this weather

only I can do it

 

 

II.

 

My head is cheating on me

And I don’t have memory at all

All the Mondays in the world

Couldn’t pull me out of it

Straightening my tie

I wonder what I have to be so formal for

 

It’s Saturday night

And I’ve been slowly and quietly taking notes

Every day is full of head

In the rain in the hour

I smelled a tree that smelled like the new year

And feeling all this cute stress

I couldn’t stop

 

 Applying to the thing

Then the other thing in my email

And laughing in the middle

In the middle of the middle of the middle

I saw it was night

 

My heart so still and quivering

Like a houseplant

 

 

III.

 

 

This year silk clothes are my bloom

I did my makeup with a polite finish

Then I waited for your call

 

What are you in your ideal?

Take off your mask I already know who you are

 

My pink velvet shrimp colored blazer

From Vienna hanging

Like a woman in a suit

Dense and nothing, like memories

 

I want to take care of the comfortable things

I got my arms done

the feeling of shaking is so cute

 

The blood style is better

Both heart and body will be fine

 

Feeling up in the morning

Like a tulip

I turn to you

 

 

III.

 

I’m a heaven

 

Today is my favorite Monday

And if only it was

I’d be happy like an idiot

 

Even if it’s not work or work

It’s quiet to think of the idea of the the

And it’s not on the desk

 

In the past year

Friends and friends of friends

I’ve never met you anyway

And I’ve never met you in the middle of the day

And I’ve been in the middle of a long time

Since I’ve been in the middle of a long time

Since I’ve been in the middle of it’s too sad

 

I want to go to the season too

 

IV.

 

I was taking a walk earlier

And I thought it was thin, thick, tall, low, etc.

 

I love the fresh smell of rain!

And the plants are also scared

And the light is reflecting and the road

Is dark and beautiful

 

But why did I stay in my heart

 

I would like to have a good time with the air

And I’m going to have a good time with the air

And I’m going to

It’s still a preparation phase

But I would like to share the process

 

And I’m going to touch a lot of things

Christine Kwon lives in New Orleans, her favorite American city. She graduated from Yale and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. You can find more of her poetry on her Instagram, @theschooloflonging. She is thrilled to appear in some form in New Zealand. Her work in this issue is inspired by @violapolt and @seina4444 Instagram captions translated into English.

 

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