Tub Poem by Kim Hyesoon

Tub



- Day Four

Lie down with your head on the cutting board.

Don't cry, in writing no life is without sadness.

Fur plucked, intestines pulled, head drops, oil bubbles, ankles clutched in
huge hands
but your time has yet to arrive.

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