Seoul Poem by Kamiel Choi

Seoul



lonely in a big city, I sit in the sharp
shadow of lights in a coffee on the main road,
coughing up my bravest words against Death.

I am middle aged, I know moderate discomfort
like canker sores.

I know no agony.
Loss, a little.

I slow-burn for recognition,
for other humans who say I say things well.

Monday, February 26, 2018
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