The Museum of History

Hwaseong, South Korea.

The fat fish we caught
and fried wasn’t really fat
but it had been taught to be

that way by its feeders.
Do you remember
how the scales glistened

when it flailed in your
hands like celadon?
Then you dropped it

into the drum bucket
and there it sat
falling apart.

That day I learned
that good pottery
thrashes itself to death.

Sang Yun Jee is a South Korean who currently lives in the Philippines. His works have appeared in Indolent Books and the Austin International Poetry Festival Anthology. They have also been recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards at the national level.

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